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Circling through pendant cliffs, and watery dales.
The fallows brown, and dusky heath,
With a sweet variety.
'Till the ken no more can view,
Such are the scenes that oft invite
All that nature can create,
Still unbounded and beginning.
Let the tumbling billows spread,
'Till the coral floor we tread, Exploring all the wealth that decks the realms pro
There, gather gems that long have glow'd
In the vast, unknown abode,
Or decks the glittering roofs on high,
Fancy, these shall clasp thy vest,
Fancy, bear me to the shore.
O give to follow oft thy train,
Fancy, ever fair and free.
BY WILLIAM HAMILTON, ESQ.
FANCY, bright and winged Maid I In thy night-drawn car convey's, O'er the green earth and wide-spread main, A thousand shadows in thy train, A vary'd air-embody'd host, To don what shapes thou pleasest most; Brandish no more thy scorpion stings Around the destin'd couch of kings; Nor in rebellion's ghastly size A dire gigantic spectre rise : Cease, for a while, in rooms of state To damp the slumbers of the Great ; In Merit's lean-look'd form t'appear, And hollow Traitor in their ear: Or Freedom's holier garb bely, While Justice grinds.her axe fast by: Nor o'er the Miser's eye-lids pour The unrefreshing golden show'r;
Whil'st, keen th' un-real bliss to feel,
With these (when next thou tak'st thy round) The thoughts of guilty Pride confound : These swell the horrors and affright Of Conscience'keen-condemning night. For this (nor, gracious Pow'r! repine) A gentler Ministry be thine : Whate'er inspires the poet's theme, Or Lover's hope-enliven'd dream. MONIMIA's mildest form assume ; Spread o'er thy cheeks her youthful bloom; Unfold her eyes unblemish'd rays, That melt to Virtue as we gaze; That Envy's guiltiest wish disarm, And view benign a kindred-charm : Call all the Graces from thy store, Till thy creative pow'r be o’er; Bid her each breathing sweet dispense, And robe in her own innocence.
My wish is giv’n : the spells begin ;
But who is he the Virgin leads,
The spell works on: yet stop the day While in the house of sleep I stay. About me swells the sudden grove, The wov'n arbourette of Love; Flow’rs spring unbidden o'er the ground, And more then Nature plants around. Fancy, prolong the kind repose; Still, still th' enchanting vision glows;