Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THOUGHT.
Thou art unhappy? yet wherefore I pray?Thou need'st not be so one sole moment more
Than thou thyself deem 'st fit; thou hast the Power
To think: bring but thy Thoughts beneath thy Sway,
And thou wilt have an Empire wide as Day:
He who is pinched by his own Thoughts is sore-
Bestëd indeed, yet all he bears and bore,
Will melt like vain Dreams from his Mind away,
If one bold Thought into the Magicring
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Like Sprites at Daybreak, all his Whims take wing.
He is the worst Slave who from his Mindseyes
By Force of Thought the Bandage cannot fling
By Fancy bound, that she her Juggleries
May thus play off and distort everything.
Diseases of the Mind a Thought can heal,
As a Thought caused them, and to be a King
Of Self, that is to be a King indeed,
'Tis only needful so to think and feel,
Thine own Thoughts are the neverfailing Seed
Of all real Ill and of thy godliest weal!
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