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184 TO EDWARD NOEL LONG, ESQ.

"Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico."—.

, in this sequester'd scene,

While all around in slumber lie,

The joyous days, which ours have been

Come rolling fresh on Fancy's eye;

Thus, if, amidst the gathering storm,

While clouds the darken'd noon deform,

Yon heaven assumes a varied glow,

I hail the sky's celestial bow,

Which spreads the sign of future peace,

And bids the war of tempests cease.

Ah! though the present brings but pain,

I think those days may come again;