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 A DRAMATIC ODE. Lo, all the darker Passions Shrink away, While Hope, escaping from th' unkinded crew, Looks'up, and, smiling, points to realms of day, And her pale cheek resumes' its orient hue. Joy waves in air his liberated wings, Love mourns in silent loneliness no more, And Poetry re-tunes her slacken'd strings, To sweeter strains than e'er she breath'd before. I know thee by thy mjesty serene, Religion, brightest of the hsuv'nly threug; I know thee, Peace, by thy sweet dove-like mien, Daughter Of her, who leads thy steps along, Religior. Ye tyrant'Passions, who convulse the soul, And all its jarring chords so rudely tear, Ye, for awhile, his bosom may conlrol, But I at lengt h shall reign triumphant there. Poor babe, who, thro' thy youth's tumultuous years, Shalt, by th ruthless foes, be thus opprest, Come unto me, and ! will dry thy tears, Cme unto me, and I will give thee rest *. D ........... Google

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