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 ODE TO MEMORY. DiffuSing, mournful yet reign'd, Thy softer moouliht o�he mind. But never meet my blasted view, As shuddering Guilt thy picture drew, With gesture fierce, and madd'ning cry, Tossing thy baleful torch on high,* By whoe red ghring lit reveul'd, Scowi'd many a crime, in vain conceul'd; While, with lean finger, dull Depalr, Dark-musing in his sullen lair, Sate pointing to the silent dead, And ever mutter'd, "Hope is fled And wilder Anguish por'd her soul In lengthen'd ds without ontroul, Clasping her knees, where leans her head, Its long loose treesee forward spread. Ah, no*. if e'er thy palm I feel, But probe my heart, its wounds to heal. Teach me, with careful truth, to glean The moral of each vanish'd scene. If billows threat my bark to whelm, Let autious Prudence from the helm Still on thy chart employ her sight, To guide its dang'rous course aright.. �See some ating !inez in a note to tim Pleasures of Memory. ......... Google

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