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 And He will bless thee with consoling power, And elevate thy soul in sorrow's hour. Ah! then a pensive beam of joy shall play, To cheer thee, weeping Genius, on thy way: A lovely rainbow then for thee shall rise, And shed a lustre o'er the cloudy skies. Tho' all thy fairy prospects are no more, And tho' the visions of thy youth are o'er; Yet Sorrow shall assume a softer mein, Like Melancholy, mournful yet serene: The placid Muse to thee her flowers shall bring, And Hope shall "wave her golden hair," and sing; With magic power dispel the clouds on high, And raise the veil of bright eternity.

 

! may I ever pass my happy hours In Cambrian vallies and romantic bow'rs; For every spot in sylvan beauty drest, And every landscape charms my youthful breast. And much I love to hail the vernal morn, When flowers of spring the mossy seat adorn: And sometimes thro' the lonely wood I stray, To cull the tender rosebuds in my way; 