And while Meridian fervors beat, Defcending angels bless thy train, Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell! And in thy deep receffes dwell; Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, I just may caft my careless eyes END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. |
And while Meridian fervors beat, Defcending angels bless thy train, Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell! And in thy deep receffes dwell; Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, I just may caft my careless eyes END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. |