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Amid the secret windings of the wood,

With folemn Meditation let me stray ;
This is the hour when, to the wise and good,

The heavenly maid repays the toils of day,

The river murmurs, and the breathing gale

Whifpers the gently-waving boughs among;
The star of evening glimmers o'er the dale,

And leads the filent host of heaven along.

How bright, emerging o'er yon broom-clad height,

The filver empress of the night appears!
Yon limpid pool reflects a ftream of light,

And faintly in it's breast the woodland bears,

The waters tumbling o'er their rocky bed,

Solemn and constant, from yon dell resound;
The lonely hearths blaze o'er the diftant glade;

The bat, low-wheeling, kims the duky ground,

Auguft and hoary, o'er the floping dale,

The Gothick abbey rears it's sculptur'd towers;
Pull through the roofs resounds the whiffling gale,

Dark Solitude among the pillars lours,

Where yon old trees bend o'er a place of graves,

And solemn fhade a chapel's sad remains,
Where yon scath'd poplar through the window waves,

And, twining round, the hoary arch fuftains;

There oft, at dawn, as one forgot behind,

Who longs to follow, yet unknowing where,
Some hoary shepherd, o'er his staff reclin'd,

Pores on the graves, and fighs a broken prayer.

High High o'er the pines, that with their darkening shade

Surround yon craggy bank, the cattle rears It's crumbling turrets: ftill it's towery head

A warlike mien, a fallen grandeur wears.

So, midst the snow of age, a boastful air

Still on the war-worn veteran's brow attends ; Still his big bones his youthful prime declare,

Tho' trembling o'er the feeble crutch he bends.

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Wild round the gates the dusky wall-flowers creep,

Where oft the knights the beauteous dames have led Gone is the bower, the grot a ruin'd heap,

Where bays and ivy o'er the fragments spread,

?Twas here our fires, exulting from the fight;

Great in their bloody arms, march'd o'er the lea, Eying their rescu'd fields with proud delight!

Now lost to them land, ah! how chang'd to me!

This bank, the river, and the fanning breeze,

The dear idea of my Pollio bring ;
So shone the moon through these soft nodding trees,

When here we wander'd in the eves of spring.

When April's fmiles the flowesy lawn adorn,''

And modeft cowlips deck the streamlet's fide; When fragrant orchards to the roseate morn.....

Unfold their bloom, in heaven's own colours dy'd:

So fair a blossom gentle Pollio wore,

These were the emblems of his healthful mind; To him the letter'd page display'd it's lore,

To him bright Fancy all her wealth resigp'di


Him, with her purest flames the Muse endow'd,

Flames never to th?,illiberal thought ally'd; The sacred fifters,led where Virtue glow'd

In all her charms; he saw, he felt, and dy'd. i !?!

Oh, partner of my infant griefs and joys!

Big with the scenes now paft, my heart o'erflows; Bids each endearment, fair as once to rife,

And dwells luxurious on her melting woes :

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Oft with the rising sun, when liferwas new,

Along the woodland have I roam'd with thee; Oft by the moon have brush'd the evening dew,

When all was fearlefs innocence and glee.

The fainted well, where yon bleak hill declines,

Has oft been conscious of those happy hours; But now the hill, the river crown!d:with pines,

And fainted well, have loft their chearing powers:

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For thou art gone. My guide, my friend! oh, where,

Where haft thou fed, and left me here behind!.. My tendereft with, my heart to thee was bare,

Oh, now cut off each passage to thy mind!

How dreary is the gulph! how dárk, how void,

The trackless-fhotes that never were repass?d!. Dread feparation ! on the depth untry'd,

Hope faulters, and the foal recoils aghaft ! :

Wide round the spacious heavens I caft my eyes :

And shall these stars glow with immortal fire! Still shine the lifeless glories of the skies!

And could thy bright, thy living foul expire !

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Far be the thought! The pleafures moft fublimes

The glow of friendship, and the virtuous tears
The towering with that fcorns the bounds of time,

Chill'd in this vale of death, but languilh here:

So plant the vine on Norway's wint'ty latid,
The languid ftranger feebly buds, and dies:

Yet there's a clime where Virtue shall expand

With godlikë trength beneath het native kies!

The lonely Niepherd on the mountain's fide,

With patience waits the rofy opening day
The matiner at midnight's darkfome tide,

With chearful hope expects, the morning rayi

Thus I, on.life's stori-beaten ocean toss'd,

In mental vision view the happy shore,
Where Pollio beckons to the peaceful coafto.

Where fate and death divide the friends no more !!

Oh, that fome kind, fome pitying kindred shade,

Who now, perhaps, frequents this folemn grove;
Would tell the awful fecrets of the dead,

And from my eyes the mortal film remove s

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Vain is the wilheyec lutely not in vain

Man's bofom glows with that celestial fire,
Which scorns earth's luxuries, which smiles at pain,

And wings his fpirit with sublime defire!


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To fan this spark of Heaven, this ray divine,

Still, O my soul! ftill be thy dear employ ;
Still thus to wander thro' the shades be thine,

And swell thy breaft with visionary joy!


So to the dark-brow'd wood, or facred mount,

In ancient days, the holy feers retir'd; And, led in vision, drank at Siloe's fount,

While rifing extasies their bofoms fir'd:

Restor'd creation bright before them rose,

The burning defarts fmild as Eden's plains, One friendly shade the wolf and lambkin chose,

The flowery mountain fung, Mefliah reigns !"

Tho' fainter raptures my cold breast inspire,

Yet let me oft frequent this folemn scene; Oft to the abbey's shatter'd walls retire,

What time the moonshine dimly gleams between :

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There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods,

And weeping yews o'ershade the letter'd stones, While midnight filence wraps these drear abodes,

And soothes me wandering o'er my kindred bones;

Let kindled Fancy view the glorious morn,

When from the bursting graves the juft shall rise, All Nature smiling, and by angels borne,

Mefliah's cross far blazing o'er the kies!




HY spirit, Independence, let me Share !

Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky;
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
A goddess violated brought thee forth,



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