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SONNET.
To the MOON.
Thou Moon, whose yellow beams are seen
Just darting thro' this poplar shade,
And mingling dappled light between
The dusky umbrage round display'd,
Just darting thro' this poplar shade,
And mingling dappled light between
The dusky umbrage round display'd,
Shew'st of my mind an emblem true;
Where smiling Hope, with feeble ray,
Pierces the thick'ning shadows through
Which Love and Fortune's frown display.
Where smiling Hope, with feeble ray,
Pierces the thick'ning shadows through
Which Love and Fortune's frown display.
Mount higher, Moon, and let thy beams
No more obstructed meet the ground!
Mount higher, Hope, and pour thy streams
Of light more full my heart around!
Ah may no fears thy smile confound,
But Joy thy offspring blest, gay thro' my bosom bound!
No more obstructed meet the ground!
Mount higher, Hope, and pour thy streams
Of light more full my heart around!
Ah may no fears thy smile confound,
But Joy thy offspring blest, gay thro' my bosom bound!
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