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Three orphan children mark their mother's moan, Hang down their heads, and answer groan for groan.
Hence, hence, ye hapless images ; away
No more thy vain machinery display,
Sister of Wisdom she : of aspect mild:
And looks on casualty as nature's child;
BY SIR JAMES MARRIOT, BART.
Gilding with brighter beams the vernal skies Now hastes the car of day to rise.
Youth, and Mirth, and Beauty leads
In golden reins the sprightly steeds.
Morpheus, no more
Thou drowsy god,
And give thy slumbers o'er.
Mistress of the vocal song,
Fancy ever fair and free,
Daughter of sweet Liberty!
Through all the ivy-circled cave
The Graces danc'd thy bower around,
With blossoms fair thy cradle drest,
And rock'd their smiling babe to rest. To kiss thy lips, the bees, a murmuring throng,
With busy wings, unnumber'd flew; For thee, from every flower their tribute drew, And lull'd thy slumbers with an airy song.
Come in thy heavenly woven vest,
With which she paints the sky,
Me, sweet enchantress, deign to bear
O'er the seas, and through the air;
O'er the plains extended wide,
Now mounting high, now sinking low,
Where is treasur'd up the snow;
Where the swift-wing'd lightnings dwell; Or where the blust'ring storms are taught to blow.
Now tread the milky way;
To the lunar orbit fiy,
Now catch the music of the spheres;
Which, since the birth of time,
Have, in according chime,
With each diviner sound,
Whom to Wisdom's secret throne
bring, To trace the sacred paths with hallow'd feet; Or, Fancy, who the mystic shade,
In thy airy car, pervade, Where Plato's raptur'd spirit holds its solemn seat.
But, Fancy, downward urge thy flight,
On some mountain's towering height, With hoary frosts eternal crown'd,
Rapt with dusky vapours round,
Let me fix my stedfast feet.
Glittering to the dancing beams,
I hear, and see a thousand streams
But to the plains descended,
Now lost in deep recess of darksome bowers,
Vested soft with vernal flowers,
There the rural cots are seen,
There some forest far extends
Of monarchs once retreat,
Near, some imperial city seems to reign,
Triumphant o'er the subject land ;
Her gates in aweful grandeur stand.
Her mighty bulwarks threat the plain
groves of crowded masts arise,