Thee, in whose hand the keys of Science dwell,

The pensive portress of her holy cell;

Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp
Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.

The friends of Reason, and the guides of Youth,
Whose language breath'd the eloquence of Truth;
Whose life, beyond preceptive wisdom, taught
The great in conduct, and the pure in thought;
These still exist, by Thee to Fame consign'd, "

Still speak and act, the models of mankind.

From Thee sweet Hope her airy colouring draws;

And Fancy's flights are subject to thy laws.

From Thee that bosom-spring of rapture flows,

Which only Virtue, tranquil Virtue, knows.

When Joy's bright sun has shed his evening-ray,

And Hope's delusive meteors cease to play;

When clouds on clouds the smiling prospect close,

Still thro' the gloom thy star serenely glows:

Like yon fair orb, she gilds the brow of night
With the mild magic of reflected light.

The beauteous maid, that bids the world adieu,

Oft of that world will snatch a fond review;
Oft at the shrine neglect her beads, to trace

Some social scene, some dear, familiar face,
Forgot, when first a father's stern controul
Chas'd the gay visions of her opening soul:
And ere, with iron tongue, the vesper-bell
Bursts thro' the cypress-walk, the convent-cell,
Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive,

To love and joy still tremblingly alive;

The whisper'd vow, the chaste caress prolong,

Weave the light dance, and swell the choral song;

With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue

Of varied scents, that charm'd her as she flew?

THE

PLEASURES OF MEMORY.

PART II.

· Degli anni e de l'obblio nemica,

Delle cose custode, e dispensiera.

TASSO.

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