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TO  A  SKEl.BTON-


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                             ■ii sto vers J.
                                           T - ^  EH O L D   tli is  ruin  !   ’Tivas  a  sir till
                                           J._)   Once  of ethereal  spirit  lu ll:
                                                  This  narrow  call  vv'a^  Lift’.:  retreat,
                                                This  space  was  Thought's  mysterious  seat,
                                                Wnat  beauteous  visions  Filled  this  spot,
                                                What  dreams  ot pleasure  long  forgot?
                                                Nor  hop;7;,  not'joy,  nor  lov<i,  nor  fear,
                                                Have  >.'T"  cue  trace  of  record  here.


                                                fteneatk  ill is  smouldering canopy
                                                Once shout:  the  bright  and  busy  eye,
                                                But  start  not  at  the  dismal  void,—
                                                If .-'-octal  love thst  eye  c in ployed.
                                                K ’.vith  rio  lawless  hre  it  gloomed,
                                                lV.it  through  the  dews  of kindlier  bcanicd,
                                                That  eye  hY&W  be  forever  bright
                                                VVhoil  itars  and  -s:jii  pro  sunk  in  nighL.


                                                Wallin  this  hollow  cavern  hnng
                                                 Tfic  reFiliy,  swift,  ai i: 1  i unei\11  tongtie;
                                                If  Falsehood's  honey  it  disdained.
                                                And  when  r:  could  not  praise  was  chained.
                                                If bold  in  Virtue’s  cause  it  spoke,
                                                Y e t jjeutle  concord  never  broke,-—-
                                                This  silent  ton^;.ie .shall plead  for  thee
                                                \Vi<cit  Time  mivei 1 s  Erernity !
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