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SONNET.
YE souls of those I lov'd! whose happier flight
Has reach'd, so early, scenes of bliss supreme,
Where virtue basks in bright perfection's beam,
Still look upon me from your realms of light!
And guide my desolated heart aright
Thro' all the darkness of this troubled dream,
Call'd human life! “perplex'd in the extreme,”
While hope's gay phantoms sink in sudden night.
Has reach'd, so early, scenes of bliss supreme,
Where virtue basks in bright perfection's beam,
Still look upon me from your realms of light!
And guide my desolated heart aright
Thro' all the darkness of this troubled dream,
Call'd human life! “perplex'd in the extreme,”
While hope's gay phantoms sink in sudden night.
Send me, sweet peace! thy olive and thy dove,
Now that descending to its kindred dust
My frame declines!—In earthly joys I trust
No longer; but implore the blest above
On that prime friend to fix my hallow'd love,
Whose word inspirits, and rewards the just!
Now that descending to its kindred dust
My frame declines!—In earthly joys I trust
No longer; but implore the blest above
On that prime friend to fix my hallow'd love,
Whose word inspirits, and rewards the just!
Manfredi.
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