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66 O if thine aspect stern have power To wither each poor transient flower That cheers this pilgrimage of woe, And dry the springs whence hope should flow;— Wisdom ! thine empire I disclaim, Thou empty boast of pompous name! In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell, But never haunt my cheerful cell. Hail to Pleasure's frolic train! Hail to Fancy's golden reign! Festive Mirth, and Laughter wild, Free and sportful as the child! Hope with eager sparkling eyes, And easy faith, and fond surprise! Let these, in fairy colours drest, For ever share my careless breast : Then, though wise I may not be, The wise themselves shall envy me.