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THE CAMBUSCAN MIRROR
Unrivalled Mirror! in whose face
Engraven deep with mystic pen,
Our dim, and bounded glance might trace
The hidden thoughts of other men!
Well wert thou worthy to be sung
By him who swept the lyre of old,
And lasting beams of genius flung
On temples else unknown and cold.
Engraven deep with mystic pen,
Our dim, and bounded glance might trace
The hidden thoughts of other men!
Well wert thou worthy to be sung
By him who swept the lyre of old,
And lasting beams of genius flung
On temples else unknown and cold.
[OMITTED]
It may not be—we may not look
Upon the spirit veiled within,
Or read as from an open book
Its passages of shame and sin,—
Enough for us if we can turn
An eye upon our own dark way;
Correct each erring step, and learn
Our duties from each fleeting day.
Upon the spirit veiled within,
Or read as from an open book
Its passages of shame and sin,—
Enough for us if we can turn
An eye upon our own dark way;
Correct each erring step, and learn
Our duties from each fleeting day.
Stanzas 1 and 3 Haverhill Gazette, September 6, 1828
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