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A SOLEMN ORAISON.

Some have presum'd to roam the Cretan maze,
When Reason only gave their Wit a clew;
Or sweep the oozy bed of Persia's seas,
And Hope ne'er bade the laborers adieu.

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But none, except by Desperation fir'd,
Have e'er relied on their restricted skill,
To gain those heights Ambition oft desir'd,
And trace the windings of the female will.
In that frail origin of nameless deeds,
That seat of Gladness, and that womb of Woe,
The mental olive's choak'd by noisome weeds,
And Worth and Vanity in union grow.
There wish meets wish, and sighs succeed to sighs,
Till each the other mutually annoys;
There kindred Passions wrestle as they rise,
And what the judgment claims, the heart destroys.
All-pitying Fate, who gave our race to Care,
And touch'd with pestilence the human breath;
Correct their system, make them wise as fair,
And let our heaven antecede our death.