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Y heart has thank'd thee, Author:William Lisle Bowles! for those soft strains Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring Of wild-bees in the sunny showers of spring! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains Thro' Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went: And when the darker day of life began, And I did roam, a thought-bewilder'd man! Their mild and manliest melancholy lent A mingled charm, such as the pang consign'd To slumber, tho' the big tear it renew'd; Bidding a strange mysterious brood Over the wavy and tumultuous mind, As the great erst with plastic sweep Mov'd on the darkness of the unform'd deep.