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SONNET.

[Ah, wretched man! whom Fame shall tempt to leave]

Ah, wretched man! whom Fame shall tempt to leave
The soft and silent valley of Repose,
And with her deeply-stirring voice deceive
To deeds of thankless toil, and weary woes;
Ah! wretched man! who stays ne to perceive
The thorns that threat'ning gird the peerless rose;
But hopes unharm'd he may a wreath receive
Of deathless flowerets to surround his brows—
Look up!—afore the beamy towers of Fame,
What fell and ghastly fiends for ever wait;
Envy, whose baleful vipers none can tame,
And Disappointment of slow, sullen gait,
And with her eyes abash'd, heart-damping Shame;
Fly, fly to fair Repose, nor scorn so sweet a mate.