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Overpow’r him for a season, 
And bedim his clearer reason; 
While to heav’n he bows resign’d, 
Pleasure and content fhall find. 
But all the joy the stately palace boasts, 
‘She glare of titles and the pride of posts, 
re but the meteor’s sudden fhort-liv’d ray, 
hich mark a while the trav’ller’s wilder’d way § 
The Jeaves his steps in sullen darknefs bound, 
As if it only fhone to fhew the gloom around. 
‘Yet tho’ friendfysp’s ample fhield, 
Ward off the arrows of despair, 
And tho’ virtue’s plant doth yield 
Balm to cure the wounds of care; 
Still is my heart devoid of rest, 
Till love fhall hold his empire there: 
For they alone are truly blest, 
Who. love’s delicious pleasures hare. 
Sweet is the purple dawn of day, 
And sweet the sun’s departing ray; 
Sweet is. the rose that scents the gale, 
But far more sweet is love’s soft tender tales. 
©. happy happy they! 
Whom love invites-to:stray 
Anidng the gently waving trees, 
Soft murm’ring in th’ inconstant breeze ! 
Depriv'd of this, all other blifs 
Is mix’d with pain, and grief, and care;: 
Should heav’n deny love’s blifsful tie, 
The heart may sink in deep despair. 
When mighty Jove’s slow-winged wrath,, 
Dooin’d impious man to pain and death;, 
ach mercy, pitying. man’s distrefs, - 
id thus his low laid race addrefs : 
© Still one bright ray divine is left, 
© To chear the darksome gloomy. 
¢ Mortals! be worthy of the gift, 
‘ Nor idly curse your doom : 
« Indulge the feelings of the hearty. 
© These blifs alone bestow, 
* In others’ sorrow take a part, 
© With others’ pleasures glaw ; 
© Then heav’n your labours fhall requite 
© With peace and joy usknown, 
© For love, sweet parent of delight, 
¢ Shall mark you for his own.’ 
Teach, then, kind heav’n, my languid breast 
‘Thy gentle dictates to pursue, 
That yet, with love, I may be blest,, 
And yet bid vices;—caressadicu,, 
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