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Calm let me fit in Prosper's lonely cell*,
Or walk with Milton through the dark obscure.
Thus when the transient dream of life is filed,
May some fad friend recal the former years ;
Then, stretch'd in silence o'er my dusty bed,
Pour the warm gush of sympathetic tears !
* See Shakespeare's Tempest.
M EEK Pow'r, whose balmy-pinion'd gale
Steals o’er the flow'r-enamell’d dale !
Whose voice in gentle whispers near
Oft fighs to Quiet's lift'ning ear;
As on her downy couch at rest,
By Thought's inspiring visions blest,
She fits, with white-rob'd Silence nigh,
And mufing heaves her serious eye,
To mark the now sun's glinm'ring ray,
To catch the last pale gleam of day ;
Or sunk in sweet repose, unknown,
Lies on the wild hill's van alone ;
And fees thy gradual pencil flow,
Along the heaven-illumin'd bow,
Come, Nyn;ph demure, with mantle blue,
Thy tresses bath'd in balmy dew,
With step smooth-fiding o'er the green,
The graces breathing in thy mien;
And thy vesture's gather'd fold
Girt with a zone of circling gold;
And bring the harp, whose solemn string
Dies to the wild wind's murmuring wing ;
And the nymph whose eye serene
Marks the calm breathing woodland scene;
Thought, mountain sage! who loves to climb,
And haunts the dark rock's summit dim;
Let Fancy, falcon-wing'd, be near :
And through the cloud-envelop'd sphere,
Where musing roams Retirement hoar,
Lull'd by the torrent's distant roar,
Oh, bid with trembling light to glow
The raven-plume that crowns his brow.
Lo! where thy meek-ey'd train attend !
Queen of the folemn thought descend !
Oh, bide me in romantic bow'rs!
Or lead my step. to ruin'd tow'rs !
Where gleaming through the chinky door
The pale ray gilds the moulder'd floor :
While beneath the hallow'd pile,
Deep in the desert farieking ile,
Rapt Contemplation falks along,
And hears the Now clock's pealing tongue;
Or, mid the dun discolour'd gloom,
Sils on some hero's peaceful tomb,
Throws life's gay glittring robe aside,
And tramples on the neck of Pride,
Oft shelter'd by the rambling sprays, Lead o'er the foreft's winding maze ; Where, through the mantling boughs, afar, Glimmers the filver-streaming star; And, show'r'd from ev'ry rustling blade, The loose light floats along the shade :
So hov'ring v'er the human scene
Gay Pleasure sports with brow serene;
By Fancy beam'd, the glancing ray
Shoots, futters, gleams, and fleets away :
Unsettled, dubious, restless, blind,
Floats all the busy bustling mind;
While Memory's unftain'd leaves retain
No trace from all the ideal train.
But see the landscape op'ning fair
Invites to breathe the purer air !
Oh, when the cowslip-scented gale
Shakes the light dew-drop o'er the dale,
When on her amber-dropping bed
Loose ease reclines her downy head;
How blest! by fairy-haunted stream
To melt in wild ecstatic dream;
Die to the pictur'd wish, or hear
(Breath'd soft on Fancy's trembling ear)
Such lays, by angel-harps refin'd,
As half-unchain the futtring mind,
When on life's edge it eyes the shore,
And all its pinions stretch to soar.
LO! where the sun's broad orb withdrawn
Skirts with pale gold the dusky lawn;
While, led by ev'ry gentler pow'r,
Steals the Now, solemn, musing hour.
Now from the green hill's purple brow
Let me mark the scene below;
Where feebly glancing through the gloom
Yon myrtle shades the filent tomb :
Nor far, beneath the ev'ning beam
The dark lake rolls his azure stream,
Wbufe breast the swan's white plumes divide,
Slow-failing o'er the floating tide.
Groves, ineads, and spires, and forests bare,
Shoot glimmering through the misty air;
Dim as the vision pictur'd bow'r
That gilds the saint's expiring hour,
When, rapt to ecstacy, his eye
Looks through the blue ethereal sky.
All heav'n unfolding to his fight!
Gay forms that swim in floods of light !
The sun-pav'd floor, the balmy clime,
The ruby-beaming dome fùblime,
The tow'rs in glittring pomp display'd-
The bright scene hovers o'er his bed-
He starts—but from his eager gaze
Black clouds obscure the less'ning rays;
On niem'ry fill the scene is wrought,
And lives in Fancy's featur'd thought.
On the airy mount reclin'd,
What wishes footh the mufing mind!
How fost the velvet lap of spring!
How sweet the Zephyr's violet wing!
Goddess of the plaintive song,
That leads the melting heart along ;
Oh, bid thy voice of genial pow'r,
Reach Contemplation's lonely bow'r;
And call the sage with tranced sight
To climb the mountain's teepy height;
To wing the kindling with, or spread
O'er Thought's pale cheek enliv’ning red;
Come, hoary Pow'r, with serious eye,
Whose thought explores yon disant sky;
Now when the busy world is ftill, Nor passion tempts the way’ring will, When sweeter hopes each pow'r controul, And quiet whispers to the soul; Now sweep from life th' illusive train That dance in Folly's dizzy brain : Be Reason's simple draught pourtray'd, Where blends alternate light and Made ; Bid dimpled Mirth, with Thought belied, Sport on the bubble's glittring fide; Bid Hope pursue the distani boon, And Phrénzy watch the fading moon; Paint Superstition's starting eye, And Wit that leers with gesture fly; Let Censure whet her venom'd dart, And green-ey'd Envy gnaw the heart ; Let Pleasure lie on flow'rs reclin'd, While Anguilh aims her haft behind.
Hail, Sire sublime! whose hallow'd cave Howls to the hoarse deep's dalhing wave; Thee Solitude to Phæbus bore, Far on the lone deserted Thore, Where Orellano's rushing tide Roars on the rock's projected side. Hence bursting o'er thy ripen'd mind, Beams all the father's thought refiud: Hence oft, in filent vales unseen, Thy footsteps print the fairy green; Or thy soul melts to strains of woe, That from the willow's quiv'ring bough i Sweet warbling breathe :—the zephyrs round O'er Dee's smooth current waft the found,