 | A collection of poems on various subjects |  |
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NIGHT.
Come on! thou lonely hour, come on! the dayLooks drowsy, and all-stirring nature droops
With wholesome heaviness;—come on! 'tis time!
I welcome thee!—no taper, to dispel
Thy gloom, I light—yonder's my candle which
Nothing molests thee, but doth well beseem
Thy grave and silent presence—now thou com'st,
And in my pensive mood I smile;—methinks
It is brave company I keep—these stars
And yonder moon—here's goodly conversation
And noble intercourse for man! where art thou
Friend of my soul that taught'st mine eye this bright
And lofty contemplation? When thou would'st trace
This pictur'd dome empyreal and would'st mark
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Of gifted Perseus; I little thought
One profit of thy pupil was to be
The sigh that now remembers he has left
His lov'd preceptor's side.
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