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Repeat, O, Muse! the virtuous song
Of him, whose bosom knew no art;
Whose native measures, wild and strong,
Pour'd the free dictates of his heart.
Of him, whose bosom knew no art;
Whose native measures, wild and strong,
Pour'd the free dictates of his heart.
"TOSS'D 'midst life's terrific storms,
"My soul on Nature's centre clings,
"Striving to taste each scatter'd bliss,
"And loudly grateful anthems sings.
"My soul on Nature's centre clings,
"Striving to taste each scatter'd bliss,
"And loudly grateful anthems sings.
"When flying o'er the billowy deep,
"Upborne the sounding waves among,
"While winds the boiling ocean sweep,
"And lightenings dart their fires along;
"Upborne the sounding waves among,
"While winds the boiling ocean sweep,
"And lightenings dart their fires along;
"Absorb'd, unmov'd, resolv'd of mind,
"I dare the elements assault,
"'Midst roaring oceans plough'd by wind,
"While thunders burst thro' heaven's high vault.
"I dare the elements assault,
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"'Midst roaring oceans plough'd by wind,
"While thunders burst thro' heaven's high vault.
"On Virtue's base, and buoy'd by Hope,
"I see peace beam through every cloud;
"Benumb'd upon the shatter'd rope
"Still grateful is my song, and loud.
"I see peace beam through every cloud;
"Benumb'd upon the shatter'd rope
"Still grateful is my song, and loud.
"Grateful, for being rais'd from nought
"To scenes where Nature's blessings shine,
"Endued with fancy, love, and thought,
"And dawnings of a soul divine!"
"To scenes where Nature's blessings shine,
"Endued with fancy, love, and thought,
"And dawnings of a soul divine!"
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