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SONNET.
YE powers, most kind to man's autumnal day!
When his frail form is like the yellow leaf,
When time on talents plays the subtle thief,
And fretful fancies make the mind their prey;
Devotion! and tranquility! display
Your heavenly right to give repose to grief!
To health enjoyment! to disease relief!
Safety to strength! and mildness to decay!
When his frail form is like the yellow leaf,
When time on talents plays the subtle thief,
And fretful fancies make the mind their prey;
Devotion! and tranquility! display
Your heavenly right to give repose to grief!
To health enjoyment! to disease relief!
Safety to strength! and mildness to decay!
In this calm scene, for meditation plann'd,
Friends of all seasons! in the last be mine!
Here, while your marble forms, my Lares! stand
From moral sculpture's life-bestowing hand,
Here let your lustre, in my conduct, shine!
Grace my retreat! and soften my deline!
Friends of all seasons! in the last be mine!
Here, while your marble forms, my Lares! stand
From moral sculpture's life-bestowing hand,
Here let your lustre, in my conduct, shine!
Grace my retreat! and soften my deline!
Manfredi
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