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PLEASURES OF HOPE.
Leans oer ita humble gate.85 thinks the while.
Biblished as the der directs by Longman & Res. August 23.1802.
Where, round the cot's romantic glade are seen
The blossom'd bean-field, and the sloping green,
Leans o'er its humble gate, and thinks the while
Oh! that for me some home like this would smile,
Some hamlet shade, to yield my sickly form,
To wretched hearts with sorrows such as mine!
That generous wish can soothe unpitied care,
Hope! when I mourn, with sympathizing mind, 315
The wrongs of fate, the woes of human kind,
Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see
The boundless fields of rapture yet to be;
I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan,
Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time,
And rule the spacious world from clime to clime;
Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore,
And the dread Indian chants a dismal song,
Where human fiends on midnight errands walk,
And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk;
There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray,
Each wand'ring genius of the lonely glen
Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men ;
And silence watch, on woodland heights around,
The village curfew, as it tolls profound.
In Libyan groves, where damned rites are done, That bathe the rocks in blood, and veil the sun, Truth shall arrest the murd’rous arm profane, Wild Obi flies ?—the veil is rent in twain.
Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian mountains roam,
Truth, Mercy, Freedom, yet shall find a home;
Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines,
And light the dreadful features of despair.
Hark! the stern captive spurns his heavy load,