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58 O if thine apect tern have power To wither each poor tranient flower That cheers this pilgrimage of woe, And dry the prings whence hope hould flow; , thine empire I diclaim, Thou empty boat of pompous name! In gloomy hade of cloiters dwell. But never haunt my cheerful cell. Hail to pleaure's frolic train! Hail to fancy's golden reign! Fetive mirth, and laughter wild, Free and portful as the child! Hope with eager parkling eyes, And eay faith, and fond urprie! Let thee, in fairy colours dret, Forever hare my careles breat: Then, tho' wie I may not be, The wie themelves hall envy me. THE