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465 Original Poetry. 
For Refle&icn had taught meto know 
That the foul by bis fore ry poffett 
Might tofs on the billows of woe, 
But heer find a manfion of reft. 
Still in fearch of the phantom call’d Joy, 
Stern Reafon I] met on my way, 
T fhrank from the beam of her eye, 
Yet its luftre illumin’d my day); 
é Behold,” the exclaim’d, ‘¢ yonder grave, 
_ With the flowers of the pedoatat bedrefs’d, 
Where darkly the cyprefles wave— 
Lo! rhaz is the manfion of reft!” 
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ODE TO MEMORY. 
AY thou! whofe power alone extends 
O’er ruthlefs Time’s relentlefs {way ; 
With life begins, with being ends, 
Coeval with th’ empyreal day, 
When He who iy with man to birth 
The vaulted fky, the teeming earth, 
From chaos form ad the ftarry {pheres 
That mark the flow revolving years, 
‘Phe while the fapphire thrones aniong 
' Seraphic harps refponfive rung, 
And froth beneath th’ ethereal cloud 
Swept her magic lyre aloud, 
Through Heayen’s blue azure burft the light- 
ening gleam, 
And Love refulgent fhone inwreathed in 
és Sfercy’s beam !” 
Or if on yon fequeftered fhore, 
Where hied the fabling bards of yore, 
~ And Science plumed her eagle-creft, 
* {n Fancy’s varying colours drett, 
If ftill your lingering footfteps dwell— 
Still prefs the land you loved fo well, 
By Peneus’ cak-embower’d fide, 
Cr fam*d Ilyfius’ filver tide, 
Beneath whole facred fhade retired, 
By thee, immortal Maid, infpired, 
The Sminthean Prince, to fate refign’d, 
Soothed the fad anguifh of his forrowing 
mind ; 
The plaintive lute that breath’dthe tender tale 
Vion from the fairy elves the liftening ear ; 
Grim-vifaged Night withdrew her gloomy 
veil, 
Ani Cynthia dropt the fympathetic tear : 
The fountain {tream with ofiers crown’d, , 
Pleafed with the foul-enchanting-found, 
Had ceafed awhile to play ; 
By mufic’s trilling notes beguiled, 
The River Ged fat up and f{miled, 
Ia fofter murmurs wept—and died away. 
Say, fhallithe Mufe thy mine’s exhauftlefs 
itore, 
Rich with refleftion’s treafured fpoils re- 
hearfe— wee fag 
With thee the humble fcenes of youth ex- 
plore, 
“To fwell the labours of an humble verfe; 
Where the light heart ‘a carelefs childhood 
ran 
Ere gravez toils had claim’d the ripening man : 
'. rin thy mimic train declare 
The fhadowy tribes that hover there, - 
[June fy 
Thoughts that kindling uptedees aor B 
Or melt with Pity’s milder love, 
Where Grief in fable ftole is feen,. 
And giant Fear’s terrific mien, 
Stretch’d on the rude clifi’s dizzy fteepy 
Is rock’d by warring winds’to fleep. 
When Laura fell—{fo fades the fow’rets 
bloom, 
Bright in the morn, and flourifhing as fairy 
And finks unheeded to the early tomb, 
Ere Evening fleeps upon the fifent ae 
‘ThoS Memory! bending o’er her cyprefs’d 
urn, 
The living feature ae y taught totrace, 
To Fancy’s eye renew’d would’ft oft return — 
“What once was beauty, innocence, and 
grace: b 
Here as he mourn’d at midnight’s awful hour, 
Flere as he wept upon the mouldering bier, 
Though mute, thy voice the fecret balm 
would pour, 
And breathe of comfort in bev Petrarch’s 
€ar. 
Trickling down the cheek of woe. 
The trembling tear forgot to flow, 
O’er his love-iorn foul 
A fofter forrow flcle, 
The heaving figh was hufh'd to reft, 
And calm’d the troubled breaft, 
And fhall-not Penton claim the pow’r te 
charm, 
Theifeatlof ¢ Blifs, and sorta’ of temp’rate 
OY; 
Where Hope illufive mocks not to alarm, 
Nor guilty pleafures lure but todeftroy. 
Yet mutt I leave thefe much-lov’d fields; 
Thefe groves that cheer. the gazer’s views 
Fatt bidseto Fate all nature yields— 
Dear fields and groves, a long adieu ! Ay 
Still fhall Remembrance love to find . 
The foot where youth had once reclin'd’ ‘7 
The garden range, tne laurel’d round, i 
The hill with oaken trophies crown*d, =~ 
Where, Evening” ’s thadowy car phish seh? a 
We lightly trip’ it om the lawn, ° 4 
Hied with th@fidter pair to roam the vale, - 
Their minds the feat of elegance and eafe, 
Sweet asthe perfume of the fcentea gale; 
Soft as the Gghings of the vernal breeze: 
So when the. yellow ftreaks prociaim the — 
morn, 
- At firft faint- 
ray, 
Through Heav’hs high arch, in rich efful- 
gence borne, q 
Then opes the profpe& in a flood of das 
Heard Anfty’s playful Mufe infpire 
Heart-eafing mirth, and young defire, 
Where with her magic wand reyeal’d, 
In Gothic night fo long conceal’d, 
. Chafeas the founds the Bard of yore 
Drew from Perfuafion’s honied ftore, | 
W hen Hell his-blackeft cave unfurld, 
And érft in hifling horrorhur?’d 
Aie&to’s fnaky creft;- 
Aloft in air the vocal-tide Ay 
From harpy hands regain’d the bride, 
And imooth’d e’en Pluto’s breaft. « 
Ceafe 
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