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Darts swiftly through the stagnant mass,
His waters trembling as they pass,
And leads his lucid waves below,
Unmixed, unsullied as they flow—
So clear through life's tumultuous tide,
So free could Thought and FANcy glide;
Could HoPE as sprightly hold her course,
As first she left her native source,
Unsought in her romantic cell
The keeper of her dreams might dwell.

But ah! they will not, will not last—
When life's first fairy stage is past,
The glowing hand of HoPE is cold;
And FANCY lives not to be old.
Darker, and darker all before;
We turn the former prospect o'er;
And find in Memory's faithful eye
Our little stock of pleasures lie.

Come, then; thy kind recesses ope!
Fair keeper of the dreams of Hope!
Come with thy visionary train;

And bring my morning scenes again!

To ENoN's wild and silent shade,
Where oft my lonely youth was laid;
What time the woodland GENIUs came,
And touched me with his holy flame.—

Or, where the hermit, BELA, leads
Her waves through solitary meads;
And only feeds the desart-flower,
Where once she soothed my slumbering hour:
Or roused by STAIN MoRE's wintry sky,
She wearies echo with her cry;
And oft, what storms her bosom tear,
Her deeply-wounded banks declare.

Where EDEN's fairer waters flow,
By MILton's bower, or Osty's brow,
Or BRockLEY's alder-shaded cave,
Or, winding round the Druid's grave,
Silently glide, with pious fear
To sound his holy slumbers near.—

To these fair scenes of FANcy's reign,
O MEM ory! bear me once again:
For, when life's varied scenes are past,
'Tis simple Nature charms at last.

'Twas thus of old a poet prayed;
Th’indulgent power his prayer approved,

And, ere the gathered Rose could fade,
Restored him to the scenes he loved.

A Rose, the poet's favourite flower,
From Flor A's cultured walks he bore;

No fairer bloomed in Esher's bower,
Nor PRIoR's charming Chloe wore.

No fairer flowers could FANCY twine
To hide ANACREoN's snowy hair;

For there ALMERIA's bloom divine,
And Elliot's sweetest blush was there.

When she, the pride of courts, retires,
And leaves for shades, a nation's love,
With awe the village maid admires,

How WALDEGRAve looks, how WALDE-
GRAVE moves.

So marvelled much in ENon's shade
The flowers that all uncultured grew,
When there the splendid Rose displayed
Her swelling breast, and shining hue.
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Yet one, that oft adormed the place
Where now her gaudy rival reigned,
Of simpler bloom, but kindred race,

The pensive EGLANTINE complained.—

“Mistaken youth,” with sighs she said,
“From nature and from me to stray!

“The bard, by splendid forms betrayed,
“No more shall frame the purer lay.

“Luxuriant, like the flaunting Rose,
“And gay the brilliant strains may be,

“But far, in beauty, far from those,
“That flowed to nature and to me."

The poet felt with fond surprise,
The truths the sylvan critic told;

And “ though this courtly Rose,” he cries,
“Is gay, is beauteous to behold;

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