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ON THE SEPARATION OF FAMILIES IN LIFE.
AN ODE, COMPOSED AT SEA, ON A FINE NIGHT.
How softly sweet this Zephyr night!
Lo! Venus lends her brilliant light,
And heaven's inhabitants unite
Each friendly beam,
To put fell darkness train to flight,
With gentle gleam.
Lo! Venus lends her brilliant light,
And heaven's inhabitants unite
Each friendly beam,
To put fell darkness train to flight,
With gentle gleam.
The vessel's sides the waters wake,
Which waveless as the bounded lake,
A solemn slumber seem to take,
Extending wide;
Along the ship they sparkling break,
And gem the tide.
Which waveless as the bounded lake,
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Extending wide;
Along the ship they sparkling break,
And gem the tide.
'Midst such a scene no thoughts can find
An entrance in the pensive mind,
But such as virtue has refin'd:
The past will smile,
And flattering Fancy still be kind,
And Hope beguile.
An entrance in the pensive mind,
But such as virtue has refin'd:
The past will smile,
And flattering Fancy still be kind,
And Hope beguile.
Blest silence! solitary friend!
My thoughts with thee to Home I send,
And there absorb'd my sorrows end:
In vain I roam;
As blossoms to the day-star bend,
So I to Home.
My thoughts with thee to Home I send,
And there absorb'd my sorrows end:
In vain I roam;
As blossoms to the day-star bend,
So I to Home.
Not more I owe that glorious ray
That beams the blessing of the day,
Not more my gratitude I pay
For air and light,
Than for that Home, now far away,
Best, first delight!
That beams the blessing of the day,
Not more my gratitude I pay
For air and light,
Than for that Home, now far away,
Best, first delight!
A little while and that blest spot
From memory shall raze each blot;
And all my wanderings there forgot,
At last I'll rest;
No sorrow shall disturb the cot
So lov'd, so blest!
From memory shall raze each blot;
And all my wanderings there forgot,
At last I'll rest;
No sorrow shall disturb the cot
So lov'd, so blest!
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