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248 ! peculiar boon of heaven,
 * The noble mind's delight and pride,

To men and angels only given,
 * To all the lower world denied.

While love, unknown among the blest,
 * Parent of thousand wild desires,

The savage and the human breast
 * Torments alike with raging fires;

With bright, but oft destructive, gleam,
 * Alike o'er all, his lightnings fly;

Thy lambent glories only beam
 * Around the favourites of the sky.

Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys
 * On fools and villains ne'er descend;

In vain for thee the tyrant sighs,
 * And hugs a flatterer for a friend.

Directress of the brave and just,
 * O guide us through life's darksome way!

And let the tortures of mistrust
 * On selfish bosoms only prey.

Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow,
 * When souls to blissful climes remove:

What raised our virtue here below,
 * Shall aid our happiness above.