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ODE TO THE SUN-BEAM.
Thou dazzling beam of fervid light!
Thy long and potent reign,
With sultry tyranny and arrow bright,
Now desolates the plain!
The with'ring herbage shrinks from thee;
Thou burn'st with ruthless fire the tree;
The daisied heath is yellow'd o'er—
And dewy fragrance greets the sense no more.
Thy long and potent reign,
With sultry tyranny and arrow bright,
Now desolates the plain!
The with'ring herbage shrinks from thee;
Thou burn'st with ruthless fire the tree;
The daisied heath is yellow'd o'er—
And dewy fragrance greets the sense no more.
Emblem of worldly joy! I see
Life's grandest scenes epitomiz'd by thee!
Gaudy and pleasing; but awhile;—
And then how sick'ning they appear—
How dark! how drear!
For when the bright hours cease to smile,
How lone the midnight gloom steals by!
And, Oh! how chilling is the beamless sky!
So worldly sorrow comes, when splendour fades—
A blank of solitude, a barren waste of shades!
Life's grandest scenes epitomiz'd by thee!
Gaudy and pleasing; but awhile;—
And then how sick'ning they appear—
How dark! how drear!
For when the bright hours cease to smile,
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And, Oh! how chilling is the beamless sky!
So worldly sorrow comes, when splendour fades—
A blank of solitude, a barren waste of shades!
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