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Feels thy dread pow'r another heart afford,

Whose passion-touch'd harmonious strings accord
True as the circling spheres to Nature's plan;

And man, the brother, lives the friend of man!

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When Israel march'd along the desert land,

Blaz'd through the night on lonely wilds afar,
And told the path-a never-setting star:
So, heav'nly Genius, in thy course divine,
Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine."

Propitious Pow'r! when rankling cares annoy

The sacred home of Hymenean joy;

When doom'd to Poverty's sequester'd dell,

The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell,

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Unpitied by the world, unknown to fame,

Their woes, their wishes, and their hearts the same-
Oh there, prophetic Hope! thy smile bestow,

And chase the pangs that worth should never know——
There, as the parent deals his scanty store

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To friendless babes, and weeps to give no more,
Tell, that his manly race shall yet assuage

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Their father's wrongs, and shield his later age.
What though for him no Hybla sweets distill,
Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill;
Tell, that when silent years have pass'd away,
That when his eyes grow dim, his tresses gray,
These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build,

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And deck with fairer flow'rs his little field,

And call from Heav'n propitious dews to breathe

Arcadian beauty on the barren heath;

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Lo, at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps.

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Tell, that while Love's spontaneous smile endears

The days of peace, the sabbath of his years,
Health shall prolong to many a festive hour

The social pleasures of his humble bower.

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
Smiles on her slumb'ring child with pensive eyes,
And weaves a song of melancholy joy-

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Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy:

No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine;

No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine;
Bright as his manly sire, the son shall be

In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he!

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