 | Redwald |  |
No more the scenes which once look'd fair and gay,
Shall please the eye, whose light is fled away!
Alike is midnight's gloom, or brilliant morn,
For all is dark, and joyless, and forlorn!
Except that bless'd forgetfulness is found,
Which binds the senses in fantastic round;
When the mind wanders from its native state,
And wildly laughs at all the frowns of fate!
Until it finds that wish'd oblivious shore,
Where all its miseries at length are o'er!
Shall please the eye, whose light is fled away!
Alike is midnight's gloom, or brilliant morn,
For all is dark, and joyless, and forlorn!
Except that bless'd forgetfulness is found,
Which binds the senses in fantastic round;
When the mind wanders from its native state,
And wildly laughs at all the frowns of fate!
Until it finds that wish'd oblivious shore,
Where all its miseries at length are o'er!
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