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4. No more along thy shores to roam, But on the world's dim ocean tost, Dream of thee sometime8, as a home
Of sunshine, he had seen and lost.
5. Far better in thy weeping hours,
To part om thee as I do now, When mist is o'er thy blooming bow'rs,
Like sorrow's veil on beauty's brow.
6. For though unrivall'd still thy grace, Thou dost not look, as then, too blest,
But in thy shadows, seem'st a place Where weary man might hope to rest-
. Might hope to rest, and nd in thee, A gloom like Eden's on the day He le its shade, when every tree,
Like thine, hung weeping o'er his way.
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8. Weeping or smiling, lovely Isle !
And still the lovelier r thy tears­ For though but rare thy sunny smile,
'Tis heaven's own glance when it appears.
9. Like feeling hearts, whose joys are w,
But when indeed they come, divine­ The steadiest light the sun e'er threw
Is lifeless to one glance of thine.
MooRE.
FRAGMENT.
H sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their coun y's wishes blest I