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STANZAS.
Not e'en a lonely star will shine,The cold rain dashes on the pine,
The horse's hoof upon the hill
But seems to say, “how still, how still,”
And all around me either sleep,
Or sit in thoughtful silence deep
Perchance they muse on days to come,
On blissful love or happy home,
Perchance sweet retrospection cast
O'er many a lovely scene that's past.
But Memory whispers not to me
Of pangless, careless infancy,
And Hope's bright eyes but faintly shine,
To light this lonely heart of mine.
But, light imagination, thou
Must be my only solace now,
Then bear me on thy quivering wing
Far, far, from earth: and let me sing
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Of sweet Affection's soothing smile,
Of beauteous Virtue, born on high,
And Honour, in her majesty,
Till every soul-oppressing pain
Is lost in the extatick strain.
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