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128 When all is miling, tranquil, and erene, And vernal beauty paints the flattering cene, Oh! teach me to elude each latent nare, And whiper to my liding heart—beware! With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, And doubtful, with a trembling heart, rejoice.

If friendles, in a vale of tears I tray, Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way, Still let my teady oul thy goodnes ee, And with trong confidence lay hold on thee; With equal eye my various lot receive, Reign'd to die, or reolute to live; Prepar'd to kis the cepter or the rod, While is een in all, and all in.

I read his awful name, emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd ky; Nor