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SONNET.
HENCE wordly passions! hence! for ever fly
The purer precincts of my mournful breast.
There quiet and devotion, doubly blest,
In union dwell! and each a dear ally
To sacred sorrow! she with influence high
In that clear shrine, its sovereign! shall rest;
And shelter'd, like an eagle on her nest,
Still look to Heaven, and meditate the sky.
The purer precincts of my mournful breast.
There quiet and devotion, doubly blest,
In union dwell! and each a dear ally
To sacred sorrow! she with influence high
In that clear shrine, its sovereign! shall rest;
And shelter'd, like an eagle on her nest,
Still look to Heaven, and meditate the sky.
Me, with thy truest votaries, enroll
Celestial sorrow; in a bright decoy
I might have strayed without thee, lost in joy,
Dup'd by the visions, time and chance destroy!
Wandering from God! who by thy just controul
Back to its native climate calls the soul.
Celestial sorrow; in a bright decoy
I might have strayed without thee, lost in joy,
Dup'd by the visions, time and chance destroy!
Wandering from God! who by thy just controul
Back to its native climate calls the soul.
Manfredi.
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