Juvenilia or, A collection of poems. Written between the ages of twelve and seventeen, by J. H. L. Hunt ... Fourth Edition |
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TO TRUTH.
Truth, fairest virgin of the sky,
With robes of light, and beaming eye,
And temples crown'd with day;
O thou, of all the cherub choir,
That boast'st to wake the sweetest lyre,
And chant the softest lay.
With robes of light, and beaming eye,
And temples crown'd with day;
O thou, of all the cherub choir,
That boast'st to wake the sweetest lyre,
And chant the softest lay.
By him, who 'midst his country's tears
Stood moveless to a thousand fears,
And smil'd at racks and death;
By Persia's turban'd heroes bold,
And all the Spartan chiefs of old,
That bow'd thy shrine beneath;
Stood moveless to a thousand fears,
And smil'd at racks and death;
By Persia's turban'd heroes bold,
And all the Spartan chiefs of old,
That bow'd thy shrine beneath;
By holy Virtue's vestal flame,
By laurell'd Honour's stately name,
And cheek-bedimpled Love;
O lift from thy majestic head
The veil that o'er its tresses spread,
Doubt's fairy fingers wove.
By laurell'd Honour's stately name,
And cheek-bedimpled Love;
O lift from thy majestic head
The veil that o'er its tresses spread,
Doubt's fairy fingers wove.
Thee chaste Religion's virgin breast,
And hope, with fair unruffled vest,
Their lovely sister hail;
Simplicity with lilied crown,
And Innocence untaught to frown,
And Peace that loves the vale.
And hope, with fair unruffled vest,
Their lovely sister hail;
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And Innocence untaught to frown,
And Peace that loves the vale.
The dæmon that usurps thy day,
And casts upon its blemish'd ray
The poison of his tongue;
O bid him, from thy dazzling sight,
Shrink back into eternal night,
His kindred fiends among.
And casts upon its blemish'd ray
The poison of his tongue;
O bid him, from thy dazzling sight,
Shrink back into eternal night,
His kindred fiends among.
And in the horrors of his train,
Let discord seek his yelling reign,
Nor haunt thy path serene;
While Guilt, on ev'ry sullen wind,
Starts pale and trembling from behind
His wild and wizard mein.
Let discord seek his yelling reign,
Nor haunt thy path serene;
While Guilt, on ev'ry sullen wind,
Starts pale and trembling from behind
His wild and wizard mein.
Then o'er thy flow'r-enamell'd way
Shall Youth, in artless frolic gay,
His rustic hymns increase;
While Britain, raptur'd at the sound,
Shouts to her echoing shores around,
“Truth, Liberty, and Peace!”
Shall Youth, in artless frolic gay,
His rustic hymns increase;
While Britain, raptur'd at the sound,
Shouts to her echoing shores around,
“Truth, Liberty, and Peace!”
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