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Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature

an Indian tale in four cantos

Morton, Sarah Wentworth (1759-1846)

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CELARIO.

Native reason's piercing eye,
Melting pity's tender sigh,
Changeless virtue's living flame,
Meek contentment, free from blame,
Open friendship's gen'rous care,
Ev'ry boon of life is here!

Yet this heart, to grief a prey,
Loaths the morning's purple ray,
And the azure hour of rest
Plants a scorpion in my breast;
But I'll with thee to the war,
Only solace for my care:
Tho' I cannot heave the blow,
Yet will bend the supple bow,
Fatal to the flying foe.