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37 My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom Mourn'd with the breeze, O ! o'er thy tomb. Where'er I wander'd, still was near, Breath'd from the heart and glisten'd in the tear: No knell that toll'd, but fill'd my anxious eye, And suff'ring Nature wept that one should die!

Thus to sad sympathies I sooth'd my breast Calm, as the rainbow in the weeping West: When slumb'ring rous'd by high With giant fury burst her triple chain! Fierce on her front the blasting Dog-star glow'd; Her Banners, like a midnight Meteor, flow'd; Amid the yelling of the storm-rent skies She came, and scatter'd battles from her eyes!