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r. How Ete the vague desires
cheat the heart of naa:

'Tis thus the little lamp Content

Gives lustre to her cell.

XVI.

How smooth that rapid river slides
Progressive to the deep!

The poppies, pendent o'er its sides,
Have charm'd the waves to sleep.

XV1I.

Pleasure's intoxicated sons,
Ye Indolent! ye Gay!
Reflect---for, as the river runs,
Life wings its trackless way.

XVIII,

That branching grove of dusky green

Conceals the azure sky,

Save where a starry space between
Relieves the darken'd eye.

XIX.

Old Error thus, with shades impure, Throws sacred Truth behind,

Yet sometimes thro' the deep obscure She bursts upon the mind.

XX.

Sleep and her sister Silence reign;

They lock the shepherd's fold: But hark !---I hear a lamb complain, 'Tis lost upon the wold!

XXI.

savage herds that haunt for prey,

An unresisting prize!

For having trod a devious way

The little rambler dies!

XXII.

As luckless is the virgin's lot
Whom pleasure once misguides,
When hurry'd from the halcyon cot
Where Innocence presides---

XXIII.

The Passions, a relentless train!

To tear the victim, run:

She seeks the paths of Peace in vain,
Is conquer'd---and undone.

XXIV.

How bright the little insects blaze
Where willows shade the way!
As proud as if their painted rays
Could emulate the day.

XXV.

'Tis thus the pigmy sons of Pow'r
Advance their vain parade!
Thus glitter in the darken'd hour,
And, like the glow-worms, fade!

XXVI.

The soft serenity of Night
Ungentle clouds deform;

The silver host that shone so bright

Is hid behind a storm.

XXVII.

The angry elements engage!
An oak (an ivy'd bow'r)

Repels the rough wind's noisy rage,
And shields me from the show'r.

XXVIII.

The rancour thus of rushing Fate
I've learnt to render vain;
For, whilst Integrity's her seat,
The soul will sit serene

XXIX.

A raven from some greedy vault,
Amidst that cloister'd gloom,
Bids me, and it is a solemn thought!
Reflect upon the tomb.

XXX.

The tomb!---the consecrated dome,
The temple, rais'd to Peace!
The port that to its friendly home
Compels the human race!

XXXI.

Yon village to the moral mind

A solemn aspect wears,

Where Sleep hath lull'd the labour'd hind, And kill'd his daily cares: