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What hero like the man who stands himself, Who dares to meet his naked heart alone, Who hears intrepid, the full charge it brings, Resolv'd to silence future murmurs there ? The coward flies, and flying is undone.

Youno.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

Come Disappointment, come! Not in thy terrors clad; Come in thy meekest, saddest guise; Thy chastening rod but terrifies The restless and the bad. But I recline Beneath thy shrine, And round my brow resign'd thy peaceful cypresi twine.

Though fancy flies away

Before thy hollow tread, Yet meditation in her cell, Hears with faint eye, the lingering knell That tells her hopes are dead; And though the tear By chance appear, Yet she can smile and say, my all was not laid here.

Come Disappointment, come!

Though from hope's summit hurl'd, Still rigid nurse thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from Heaven

To wean me