732 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



Sing, Heavenly Hope ! — and dart thine hand 

 O'er my frail Harp, untuned so long; 



That Harp shall breathe, at thy comnnand, 

 Immortal sweetness through thy song. 



Ah ! then this gloom control. 



And at thy voice shall start 

 A new creation in my soul, 



A native Eden in my heart. 



