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 O'er Disappointment's wintry desart fling Each flower, that wreath'd the dewy locks of , When blushing, like a bride, from Hope's trim bower She leapt, awaken'd by the pattering shower.

Now sheds the sinking Sun a deeper gleam, Aid, lovely Sorceress! aid thy Poet's dream! With faery wand O bid the arise, Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright-blue eyes; As erst when from the Muses' calm abode I came, with Learning's meed not unbestow'd: When, as she twin'd a laurel round my brow, And met my kiss, and half returned my vow, O'er all my frame shot rapid my thrill'd heart, And every nerve confess'd the electric dart.