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A kind, a philosophic calm,

The cool creation wears !
And what Day drank of dewey balm,

The gentle Night repairs.

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Behind their leafy curtains hid,

The feather'd race how ftill! How quiet now the gamesome kid,

That gambol'd round the hill!

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The swects, that bending o'er their banks,

From sultry Day declin'd, Revive in little velvet ranks,

And scent the western wind,

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The Moon, preceded by the breeze

That bade the clouds retire,
Appears amongst the tufted trees,

A Phænix neft on fire.

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But soft --- the golden glow subsides !

Her chariot mounts on high!
And now, in silver'd pomp, she rides
Pale regent of the sky!

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Where Time upon the wither'd tree,

Hath carv'd the moral chair, I fit, from busy passions free,

And breathe the placid air.

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The wither'd tree was once in prime ;

Its branches brav’d the sky !
Thus, at the touch of ruthless Time,

Shall Youth and Vigour die.

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I'm lifted to the blue expanse :

It glows serenely gay!
Come, SCIENCE, by my side, advance,

We'll search the Milky Way.

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XI.
Let us descend ---- The daring flight

Fatigues my feeble mind;
And SCIENCE, in the maze of light,

Is impotent and blind.

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What are those wild, those wand'ring fires,

That o'er the moorland ran?
Vapours.---How like the vague desires

That cheat the heart of MAN!

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But there's a friendly guide !-a flame,

That lambent o'er its bed, Enlivens, with a gladsome beam,

The hermit's ofier shed.

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Among the russet shades of night,

It glances from afar !
And darts along the dulk; so bright,

It seems a silver star !

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In coverts (where the few frequent)

If Virtue deigns to dwell, "Tis thus, the little lamp, CONTENT,

Gives lustre to her cell.

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XVI.
How smooth that rapid river Nides

Progressive to the deep !
The Poppies, pendent o'er its sides,

Have charm'd the waves to sleep.

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PLEASURE's intoxicated fons !

Ye indolent! ye gay ! Reflect

--for as the river runs, Life wings its tractless way.

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That branching grove of dusky green

Conceals the azure sky;
Save, where a starry space between,

Relieves the darken’d eye.

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Old ERROR, thus, with shades impure,

Throws sacred Truth behind :
Yet sometimes, through the deep obscure,

She bursts upon the mind.

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Sleep, and her fifter Silence reign,

They lock the shepherd's fold ! But hark-I hear a lamb complain,

'Tis loft upon the wold !

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To savage herds, that hunt for prey,

An unresisting prize!
For having trod a devious way,

The little rambler dies.

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As luckless is the Virgin's lot,

Whom pleasure once mifguides: When hurried from the halcion cot,

Where INNOCENCE prefides

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The passions, a relentless train !

To tear the victim run :
She seeks the paths of peace in vain,

Is conquer'd-and undone.

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How bright the little insects blaze,

Where willows shade the way;
As proud as if their painted rays

Could emulate the Day!

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'Tis thus, the pigmy sons of pow'r

Advance their vain parade! Thus, glitter in the darken'd hour,

And like the glow-worms fade!

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The soft serenity of night

Ungentle clouds deform!
The filver host that shone so bright

Is hid behind a storm ;

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The angry elements engage!

An oak (an ivied bower!) Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,

And shields me from the shower.

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