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Thus, with delight, we linger to survey
The promis d joys of life’s unmeasur'd way;
Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene
More pleasing seems than all the past hath been ;
And every form, that Fancy can repair
From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.

What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye
To pierce the shades of dim futurity ?
Can Wisdom lend, with all her heav'nly power,
The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour?
Ah, no! she darkly sees the fate of man-
Her dim horizon bounded to a span ;
Or, if she hold an image to the view,

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'Tis Nature pictur'd too severely true.

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Yokid the red dragons of her vion car); When peace 3 mercy banisht from the plain), Sprung on the viewless winds he Heavin again.

Published as the Aet directo by Longman & Rées. August 23.1002.

With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light,

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That pours remotest rapture on the sight:
Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way,
That calls each slumbʼring passion into play:
Wak'd by thy touch, I see the sister band,
On tiptoe watching, start at thy command,
And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer,
To Pleasure's path, or Glory's bright career.

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Primeval Hope, the Aonian Muses say,
When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay;
When every form of death, and every woe,
Shot from malignant stars to earth below;

When Murder bar'd his arm, and rampant War

Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ;

When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain,

Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

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Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare From Carmel's height to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropp'd on the world—a sacred gift to man.

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Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe:
Won by their sweets, in Nature's languid hour
The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower;
There, as the wild-bee murmurs on the wing,
What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring!

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