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And still may Fancy's brightest flowers be wove Round the gold chains of hymeneal love. But most for those, by Sorrow's hands oppress'd, May thy beds blossom, and thy wilds be dress'd; And where by Fortune and the world forgot, The mourner droops in some sequester'd spot, ("Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown,") O'er blighted happiness for ever gone, Yet the dear image seeks not to forget, But woos his grief, and cherishes regret; Loving, with fond and lingering pain, to mourn O'er joys and hopes that never will return;— Thou, visionary power! mayst bid him view Forms not less lovely, and as transient too; And while they soothe the wearied pilgrim's eyes, Afford an antepast of Paradise.