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SONNET.
ALL-GUIDING Heaven! that on my aged head
Hast pour'd afflictions, of no common kind,
Still grant me such serenity of mind,
As most enables man, when hope is fled
To make calamity herself (his dread!)
Act as his useful friend: the spell unbin'd
Of bright delusion, that strikes reason blind!
And round the heart a purer radiance shed!
Hast pour'd afflictions, of no common kind,
Still grant me such serenity of mind,
As most enables man, when hope is fled
To make calamity herself (his dread!)
Act as his useful friend: the spell unbin'd
Of bright delusion, that strikes reason blind!
And round the heart a purer radiance shed!
As steel, in the minute magnetic rod,
From the dark stone a wond'rous virtue drew;
And over dreariest wilds, by error trod,
Guides the tir'd wand'rer; so, my soul, may you
Touch'd by such grief as makes the spirit true,
Faithful, however shaken! point to God!
From the dark stone a wond'rous virtue drew;
And over dreariest wilds, by error trod,
Guides the tir'd wand'rer; so, my soul, may you
Touch'd by such grief as makes the spirit true,
Faithful, however shaken! point to God!
Manfredi.
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