Congenial Hope! thy paffion-kindling power,

How bright, how ftrong, in youth's untroubled hour! On yon proud height, with Genius hand in hand,

I fee thee light, and wave thy golden wand.

"Go, Child of Heaven! (thy winged words proclaim)

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Lo! Newton, Prieft of Nature, fhines afar,

Scans the wide world, and numbers ev'ry star!
Wilt thou, with him, myfterious rites apply,
And watch the fhrine with wonder-beaming eye?
Yes, thou fhalt mark, with magic art profound,
The fpeed of light, the circling march of found;
With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery wing,
Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another ftring. 3

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"The Swedish fage admires, in yonder bow'rs,

His winged infects, and his refy flow'rs;

Calls from their woodland haunts the favage train With founding horn, and counts them on the plain--So once, at Heav'n's command, the wand'rers came To Eden's fhade, and heard their various name.

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"Far from the world, in yon fequefter'd clime,

Slow pafs the fons of Wisdom, more fublime;

Calm as the fields of Heav'n, his fapient eye

The lov'd Athenian lifts to realms on high,
Admiring Plato on his spotless page,

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Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage:
Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal span
The fire of God, th' immortal foul of man?'

"Turn, Child of Heav'n, thy rapture-lighten'd eye

To Wisdom's walks, the facred Nine are nigh: 150 Hark! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height,. From ftreams that wander in eternal light,

Rang'd on their hill, Harmonia's daughters fwell

The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and fhell;

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Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow, 155 And Pythia's awful organ peals below.

"Belov'd of Heav'n! the fmiling muse shall shed

Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head;

Shall fwell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd,

And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind.
I fee thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath,

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And talk with fpirits on the midnight heath;

Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came,
And ask each blood-ftain'd form his earthly name;
Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell,

And read the trembling world the tales of hell.

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"When Venus, thron'd in clouds of rofy hue, Flings from her golden urn the vefper dew,

And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ,

Sacred to love, and walks of tender joy;

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A milder mood the goddefs fhall recall,

And foft as dew thy tones of mufic fall ;
While Beauty's deeply-pictur'd fmiles impart
A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart—
Warm as thy fighs. fhall flow the Lesbian ftrain,
And plead in Beauty's ear, nor plead in vain,

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"Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more facred deem,

And steep thy fong in Mercy's mellow stream;
To penfive drops the radiant eye beguile-

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile ;-
On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief,
And teach impaffion'd souls the Joy of Grief?

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"Yes; to thy tongue fhall feraph words be giv'n, And pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n; The proud, the cold untroubled heart of ftone,

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