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HYMN.
Thou who behold'st the secret mind,
The silken nerve's mysterious play,
Turn not from me, O, ever kind,
Thy life dispensing glance away!
The silken nerve's mysterious play,
Turn not from me, O, ever kind,
Thy life dispensing glance away!
The world looks dark, my soul is sad,
Hope's trembling buds the cold blast sears,
And Fancy all in sable clad
Kneeling bedews them with her tears.
Hope's trembling buds the cold blast sears,
And Fancy all in sable clad
Kneeling bedews them with her tears.
Thou who canst stay the whirlwind's power
And change it to a soothing sigh,
Come like the warm and silent shower,
Soft trickling from an April sky.
And change it to a soothing sigh,
Come like the warm and silent shower,
Soft trickling from an April sky.
Come like the renovating breeze,
That sweeps the mountain's rocky side;
Bid the faint heart its wo-throb cease,
And swell with energetic pride.
That sweeps the mountain's rocky side;
Bid the faint heart its wo-throb cease,
And swell with energetic pride.
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'Tis thou the tender breast can'st arm
When fierce misfortune's storms are high,
And bid the trembler brave the storm
With brow composed and fearless eye.
When fierce misfortune's storms are high,
And bid the trembler brave the storm
With brow composed and fearless eye.
When scarce the panting lip has prest,
Thou bid'st the charm from pleasure part,
That rest of all its promised zest
Falls tasteless on the languid heart.
Thou bid'st the charm from pleasure part,
That rest of all its promised zest
Falls tasteless on the languid heart.
Oh, pain, care, toil, when thou unseen
Deign'st to support, 'tis sweet to bear!
And all that's glowing, soft, serene,
Is joyless if thou art not there.
Deign'st to support, 'tis sweet to bear!
And all that's glowing, soft, serene,
Is joyless if thou art not there.
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