Page:Poems By Chauncy Hare Townshend.djvu/363

 WATBRL06. 0 could I read thy bosom, end declare. The wilder fy, that boils, and rages there :. How from hot hope thro' ev'ry change it past, Fear--rage---hat, Tor---t despair at last*. Go then ! the fool of pasoion, as of fame, Play the last stake of Fortune's desp'rate game ! Cheer to the 6eld thine own imperial IMmd, Who wait th wnvin of th! haughty bud, To pour their souls in that nequall'd strife For him, who recks lint o one ooward llfe ! Brave self-devotion *. Sueh as Romans knew, A nobler e,ase hml made t  too. 'Tis done ! Wild elamours rend th* etharlai vault, Herald their way, and cheer the last Mull Now for your F,nind, warrim, 11 combine, Quit the deep phaim, h the ielgth*nin line! Now is war's erbis ! DMin4y ewhange Firmness for fire, Msbtamee fer ovenge ! Be U the 3rive, which onee suspended stood, Then pour'd n ESTI's trab its wlMlmiug flood. See how4he mo Sun ho roll*d away The timing f clouds, that veil'd his gloomy day,* And beams etfulgemt in the wasts sky, the e,, was bright and serene. ......... Google

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