Of conscious guilt or I GVLIELMVS CVM INEVN FVISSET SA NVNCIATV NIQVE AD GEM FAC POTENTI GENERIS CITATI V re those vit, hose wand'ning fres r. How Ete the vague desires 'Tis thus the little lamp Content Gives lustre to her cell. XVI. How smooth that rapid river slides The poppies, pendent o'er its sides, XV1I. Pleasure's intoxicated sons, XVIII, That branching grove of dusky green Conceals the azure sky, Save where a starry space between 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 XXIII. The Passions, a relentless train! To tear the victim, run: She seeks the paths of Peace in vain, XXIV. How bright the little insects blaze XXV. 'Tis thus the pigmy sons of Pow'r XXVI. The soft serenity of Night The silver host that shone so bright Is hid behind a storm. XXVII. The angry elements engage! Repels the rough wind's noisy rage, XXVIII. The rancour thus of rushing Fate XXIX. A raven from some greedy vault, XXX. The tomb!---the consecrated dome, 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: |