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SONNET.
Almighty source of intellectual peace!
On whom all powers, all faculties depend,
Thou, meek affliction's never failing friend!
Command all conflicts in my heart to cease!
There charity preside! there faith encrease!
There hope, whose visions of delight attend
Youth's vivid morn, and age's virtuous end,
Sound thy sweet prelude to the soul's release!
On whom all powers, all faculties depend,
Thou, meek affliction's never failing friend!
Command all conflicts in my heart to cease!
There charity preside! there faith encrease!
There hope, whose visions of delight attend
Youth's vivid morn, and age's virtuous end,
Sound thy sweet prelude to the soul's release!
Whether that blest enlargement shall arrive
Rapid, by fate's impenetrable plan,
Or slow, if nature must with anguish strive,
Still may my mind, to love and truth alive,
With the mild warmth, which suits departing man,
Fill with beneficence this mortal span!
Rapid, by fate's impenetrable plan,
Or slow, if nature must with anguish strive,
Still may my mind, to love and truth alive,
With the mild warmth, which suits departing man,
Fill with beneficence this mortal span!
Manfredi.
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