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Rh I yield, from the current

I tremblingly fly:

But with eyes looking back,

Repeat with a sigh,—

"If to fall be a sin,

What hast thou, Nature, meant?

The path made so easy,

So sweet the descent?

"How blest are the creatures,

With instincts secure,

Whom to swerve from the right

No perils allure!"

myself to science,

In its great truths believing,

That from my troubles I hence

Some ease might be receiving.

O! what a sad delusion!

What lessons dear I learned me!

To verses in conclusion,

And mirth and dance I turn'd me.