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Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O! what were man?-a world without a sun!
Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour,
There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy
bow'r! In vain the viewless seraph ling’ring there,
At starry midnight charm’d the silent air;
In vain the wild-bird carol'd on the steep
To hail the sun, slow-wheeling from the deep;
In vain, to soothe the solitary shade,
Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd;
The summer wind that shook the spangled tree,
The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee;--
Still slowly pass’d the melancholy day,
And still the stranger wist not where to stray,---
The world was sad !-the garden was a wild!
And Man, the hermit, sigh’d—till Woman smild!
True, the sad power to generous hearts may bring
Delirious anguish on his fiery wing!
Barr'd from delight by Fate's untimely hand,
By wealthless lot, or pitiless command;
Or doomd to gaze on beauties that adorn
The smile of triumph, or the frown of scorn;
While Memory watches o'er the sad review,
Of joys that faded like the morning dew;
Peace may depart—and life and nature seem
A barren path-a wildness, and a dream!
But, can the noble mind for ever brood,
The willing victim of a weary mood,
(For love pursues an ever devious race, True to the winding lineaments of grace);
Each look that charm’d him in the fair of Greece;
To faultless Nature true, he stole a grace
finer form and sweeter face;
And, as he sojourn'd on the Ægean isles,
Woo'd all their love, and treasur'd all their smiles;
Then glow'd the tints, pure, precious, and refin'd,
Some cottage-home, from towns and toil remote,
Where Love and Lore may claim alternate hours,
With Peace embosom'd in Idalian bow'rs!
Remote from busy Life's bewilder'd way,
O’er all his heart shall Taste and Beauty sway!
Free on the sunny slope, or winding shore,
With hermit steps to wander and adore!