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More, than confliding nature's cry, 



When direft forms of death are nigh ; 



When torments fearch the quiv'ring vein, 



And weary Hfe contends with pain j 



They tell, how very foon, 



In happy being's noon. 



In vernal beauty's rofeat pride, 



When hope with promife warm. 



And pleafure's halcyon charm, 



In fmiling profped, fliow'd the level tide ; 



A fultry blight, a livid flame, 



Devouring madnefs came, 



And challeng'd for her own the bud of youth. 



And teeming gems of piety and truth. 



And bade her ruthlefs demons rove, 



With hurried ravage, thro' the gentle mind, 



And tear that breaft, by Heav'n ailign'd, 



The fair unfullied fhrine of innocent love. 



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But frenzy chief, with fierce controul. 



Goads, goads the tuneful foul ; 



Lo ! by her hand, in fhiver'd fragments hurl'd, 



The facred mirror, that expreft 



The maker's image, full confeft, . 



In faireft forms of this fublunar world ; 



The feelings all in outrage borne ; 

 The wond'rous net perplex'd and torn, 



Where 



