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Tho' 'midst thine arches, frowning lone, Stern desolation rear his throne; And silence, deep and awful, reign, Where echoed once the choral strain; Yet oft, dark ruin! ling'ring here, The muse will hail thee with a tear; Here, when the moon-light, quiv'ring, beams, And thro' the fringing ivy streams, And softens ev'ry shade sublime, And mellows ev'ry tint of time, Oh! here shall contemplation love, Unseen, and undisturb'd, to rove; And bending o'er some mossy tomb, Where valor sleeps, or beauties bloom, Shall weep for glory's transient day, And grandeur's evanescent ray! And list'ning to the swelling blast, Shall wake the spirit of the past, Call up the forms of ages fled, Of warriors and of minstrels dead;