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 And, dancing to the moon-light roundelay, The wizard weave an holy spell!

O, Author:Thomas Chatterton! that thou wert yet alive! Sure thou would'st spread the canvas to the gale, And love, with us, the tinkling team to drive O'er peaceful Freedom's dale; And we, at sober eve, would round thee throng, Hanging, enraptur'd, on thy stately song! And greet with smiles the young-eyed All deftly mask'd, as hoar.

Alas vain Phantasies! the fleeting brood Of Woe self-solac'd in her dreamy mood! Yet will I love to follow the sweet dream, Where Susquehannah pours his untam'd stream;