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SONNET.
SUBLIME serenity in mortal form!
From whose mild aspect fiercest demons fled!
Whose voice dispell'd disease, and wak'd the dead!
While round my heart, with rich affections warm,
The flying serpents of affliction swarm,
Teach me, meek power! with tranquil grace, to tread
My troubled path! and, tho' its darkness spread,
Smile unappall'd upon the rushing storm!
From whose mild aspect fiercest demons fled!
Whose voice dispell'd disease, and wak'd the dead!
While round my heart, with rich affections warm,
The flying serpents of affliction swarm,
Teach me, meek power! with tranquil grace, to tread
My troubled path! and, tho' its darkness spread,
Smile unappall'd upon the rushing storm!
Whatever load the hand of fate may lay
Upon my feeling heart, the plaintive song
Of sinking nature may to grief convey
This comfort; “age has not to suffer long.”
So may it, lord! thy fortitude display!
Calm by thy counsel! in thy succour strong!
Upon my feeling heart, the plaintive song
Of sinking nature may to grief convey
This comfort; “age has not to suffer long.”
So may it, lord! thy fortitude display!
Calm by thy counsel! in thy succour strong!
Manfredi.
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