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293 A mournful labour, while to her is given

Hope—and a renovation without end.

—That smile forbids the thought;—for on thy face

Smiles are beginning, like the beams of dawn,

To shoot and circulate;—smiles have there been seen,—

Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports

The feeble motions of thy life, and cheers

Thy loneliness;—or shall those smiles be called

Feelers of love,—put forth as if to explore

This untried world, and to prepare thy way

Through a strait passage intricate and dim?

Such are they,—and the same are tokens, signs,

Which, when the appointed season hath arrived,

Joy, as her holiest language, shall adopt;

And Reason's god-like Power be proud to own.