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 MISCELLANEOUS' PGEMS. 191 All the future; it. shallbe, - If thou wilt, reveal'd to-thee.. Now the spell of power is said, Now the mystic rhym is read, Now within this crtal sphere I gaze;alas What forms are here  Nay--thou must not these forms behold; 'Twould freeze thy young blood wintry co18. Enough when singly thou shale see Their stern and sad reality. Together they.wonld burst the chain, That lintr,i frail reason to thy*brain. Listen then] whils I decla TM All, that 'tis giv'n me to reveal; Listen, and thy s0ul lepare For each extremity of ill. I look along the shadow'd vale of life, And ev'n myseff half tremble at the view,' So dread, so dark, the trbulene and strife Of Passlons, which for aye the war renew Clutch;d by. her soil'd, dishevell'd hair, O*er prostrate Hope raves mad Despair, Drives his poignard to her breast, And dregs her pale corse up and down,

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