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Rh Forms of sublimity! by genius trac'd, In tints that vindicate adoring taste; Whose bright originals, to earth unknown, Live in the spheres encircling glory's throne; Models of art, to deathless fame consign'd, Stamp'd with the high-born majesty of mind; Yes, matchless works! your presence shall restore One beam of splendor to your native shore, And her sad scenes of lost renown illume, As the bright Sunset gilds some Hero's tomb.


 * Oh! ne'er, in other climes, tho' many an eye,

Dwelt on your charms in beaming ecstasy; Ne'er was it yours to bid the soul expand With thoughts so mighty, dreams so boldly grand, As in that realm, where each faint breeze's moan, Seems a low Dirge for glorious ages gone; Where 'midst the ruin'd shrines of many a vale, E'en Desolation tells a haughty tale!