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5. PART THE FIFTH.
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IN the mild west dissolv'd the blaze of day;
The rosy heavens rich varying tints o'erspread;
Bright shone the hills beneath the evening ray;
Amid the corn wild crimson poppies blow,
All nature wore a universal glow,
And joy was echo'd o'er th' illumin'd mead.
Untouch'd by every accent of delight,
Amid the smiling harvest CARMEL stray'd;
Then climb'd a craggy hill of towering height,
Where hanging woods luxuriant foliage spread,
And wild blown flowers their spicy odours shed;
Thence she the grand extensive scene survey'd.
Night did not yet possess its dark domain,
But gradual shades o'erspread the burning sky;

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The solemn lake, the flower-enamell'd plain,
Catch the last rays of the descending orb,
Whose fiery blaze the distant seas absorb,
While through the western clouds the crimson glories fly.
Nature in glowing plenty smil'd below,
Above the clouds incessant varying roll;
As CARMEL view'd the rapturous scenes to glow,
Touch'd by the view, the glorious work she prais'd,
And to the Universal Parent rais'd,
Fervent in prayer, her energetic soul.
The fading landscape lessens on her sight,
Amid the ether stars celestial shine;
Some scatter'd clouds still catch the ebbing light,
And by the glimmering rays distinct she view'd
THELMON, who lost in contemplation stood,
As if in converse with the heavenly Nine.

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She strove to speak, but all her powers were bound:
O'er her fair breast fast flow'd a silent flood,
While he with musing pace was wandering round
The rugged path, and pass'd regardless by;
He saw her not, but drew unconscious nigh,
Then mingled in the umbrage of the wood.
In vain again to calm her breast she tries,
Her livid eyes survey'd the ruthess heaven;
The briny showers she shed, the deep-felt sighs,
Which mix'd with prayers her wretched bosom heav'd,
Alike amid a friendless void were breath'd,
Or by the winds to neighbouring mountains driven.
Now when the clouds roll'd heavy o'er the stars,
And chilling midnight spread a dreary gloom,

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She dried the painful sluices of her tears;
Devoid of hope she wish'd not for its light,
And, thoughtless of the dangers of the night,
Restless return'd in silence to her home.