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Still where rofy plea fu re leads. 

 See a kindred grief purfue ; 

 Beliind the ftep that mis'ry treads, 

 Approaching comfort view : — 

 The hues of blifs more brightly glow, 

 Chaftis'd by fabler tints of woe; 

 And blended form, with artful ftrife, 

 The ftrength and harmony of life. 

 See the wretch that long has toft 

 On the thorny bed of pain, 

 At length repair his vigour loft, 

 And breath and walk again ; — 

 The meaneft flow'ret of the vale. 

 The fimpleft note that f^ells the gale ; 

 The glowing fun, the air, the Ikies, 

 To him are opening paradife. 



■^ Song. 



lis hope fuppofts each noble flame, 



'Tis hope infpires poetic lays, 

 Our heroes fight in hopes of fame. 

 And poets write in hopes of praife. 

 She lings fweet fongs of future years, 



And dries tlie tears of prefent forrow ; 

 Elds doubting mortals ceafe their fears. 

 And tells them of a bright to-morrow. 



And where true love a vifit pays, 



Tile minftrel hope is always there, 

 'To foothc young Cupid with her lays, 

 And keep the lover from defpair. 

 She fings fweet fongs of future years, 



And dries the tears^pf-prefcnt'forrow j 



Bids doubting mortals ceafe their fears. 



And tells them of a bright to-morrov.'. 



