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Rh  With shrieks of laughter long and loud, From those who knew not why; For she, whom Reason's fickle ray Oft wilder'd and distress'd Hush'd in unwonted slumber lay, A cold and dreamless rest.

Think ye of Heaven! how glorious bright Will break its vision clear, On souls that rose from earthly night All desolate and drear; So ye who laid that stricken form Down to its willing sleep, Snatch'd like a flowret from the storm, Weep not as others weep.

 

the field's before thee. Many a sheaf Whiteneth the ground, which thou may'st freely take Into thy garner. Friendship's clusters bend In ruddy ripeness, and the flowers of Love Breathe fresh perfume for thee. Go, ask of Wit His sparkling diamond, win from Fancy's hand Her frost-work talisman, from Mirth require Such garland as she weaves in Music's bower, And search for gold in Wisdom's heaven-wrought mine. Perchance the hoary Sage a gem may grant 