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SONNET, Written early in the Morning.

Come morning gleam and linger on my breast!
Come early gale and pour thy od'rous wealth!
And oh! bring Peace! a long forgotten guest,
Ye subtle ministers of mental health!
Go sallow Care! nor Nature's scenes prophane
With the blank aspect of thy sombre eye:
Ah go and torture the unhallow'd train,
Who sunk in deep repose supinely lie.
I'll own thee not—for Fortune's gifts I scorn,
And pitying view the puny aims of Pride;
Give me the lustre of the glowing morn,
Give Nature's charms—I care for nought beside!
Come then soft zephyr, come thou orient ray,
Come, and forebode at least,—one peaceful day.