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And far resounding fame. 

 What though to thee the dazzled millions bow, 

 And to thy "posthumous merit bend them low ; 

 Though unto thee the monarch looks with awe, 

 And thou, at thy flashed car, dost nations draw, 

 Yet ah ! unseen behind thee fly 



Corroding anguish, soul-subduing pain, 

 And discontent that clouds the fairest sky : 

 A melancholy train. 

 Yes, Genius, thee a thousand cares await, 

 Mocking thy derided state ; 

 Thee, chill Adversity will still attend, 

 Before whose face flies fast the summer's friend. 

 And leaves thee all forlorn ; 

 While laden Ignorance rears her head and laughs, 

 And fat Stupidity shakes his jolly sides. 

 And. while the cup of affluence he quaffs, 



With bee-eyed wisdom, Genius derides, 

 Who toils, and every hardship doth outbrave, 

 To gain the meed of praise, when he is mouldering in his 

 grave. 



TO THE V/IND. 



At Midnight. 



Not unfamiliar to mine ear, 

 Blasts of the night ! ye howl as now 

 My shudd'ring casement loud 

 W^ith fitful force ye beat. 

 Mine ear has dwelt in silent awe. 

 The ho4\iing sweep, the sudden rush; 

 And when the passing gale 

 Pour'd deep the hollow dirge. 

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