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HAIL, thou source of thought divine!
Let me wander o'er thy plains,
When the blushing morn has spread
Has his daily task begun ;
When my peaceful life is spent,
WHEN first I wak'd to life's unfolding day,
Delight's young dimpled handmaids rock'd my bed, Hope kiss'd my eyelids in the sun's bright ray, And fancy twin'd white blossoms round my head.
A father's love, a mother's trembling care,
And murmur'd oaths of unforsaken truth:
No cares could cloud, no passions could destroy,
A heaven of sunshine, and an earth of flowers.
But now the fiend shrieks loud, who rules the storm, And strides in thunder o'er the 'frighted sphere, Hope, as she listens, veils her flying form,
And fancy lingers-but to drink a tear!
ON VISITING THE GRAVE OF STERNE.
WITH sacred awe, with kind concern,
Silent upon thy grave we stand,
And muse upon the dust beneathThe fairest flow'r from nature's hand, Now with'ring in the shade of death.
When ev'ning dews thy turf so green,
Those dear companions of thy way,
Maria's shade, with pious care,
By Cynthia's light shall hither come, And watch the spring, with fingers fair Decking with flow'rs thy simple tomb.
While here, with pilgrim's step, they stray
APPROACH OF WINTER.
IN woods no more the feather'd throng
Where are the walks that blush'd with flow'rs?
Which Peace and calm Contentment wreath'd?
Since now no fragrant blossoms blow,
The sober thought, to virtue dear,
Shall fall the murmurs of the rill.
Oft through yon desolated grove,
And oft I'll to the lonely dell,
If, on the wild wing of the blast,
Adieu! ye glitt'ring scenes, adieu!
That stole my heart from peace and truth; That promis'd pleasure, while you threw Illusive splendour o'er my youth!
Time, to all pictur'd bliss a foe,
Proclaims, as through its wastes we range,