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From Reason's fainteft ray to NEWTON foar.

What different spheres to human bliss affign'd!

What flow gradations in the scale of mind!
Yet mark in each these mystic wonders wrought;
Oh mark the fleepless energies of thought!

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The adventurous boy, that afks his little fhare, And hies from home, with many a goffip's prayer,

Turns on the neighbouring hill, once more to fee The dear abode of peace and privacy;

And as he turns, the thatch among the trees, 195 The smoke's blue wreaths afcending with the breeze, The village-common fpotted white with fheep,

The churchyard yews round which his fathers sleep;

All rouse Reflection's fadly-pleafing train,

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So, when the mild TUPIA dar'd explore
Arts, yet untaught, and worlds unknown before,
And, with the fons of Science, woo'd the gale,
That rifing fwell'd their ftrange expanse of fail;
So, when he breath'd his firm yet fond adieu,
Borne from his leafy hut, his carv'd canoe,
And all his foul best lov'd, such tears he shed,
While each soft scene of fummer-beauty fled :
Long o'er the wave a wistful look he caft,

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Long watch'd the ftreaming fignal from the maft ;

Till twilight's dewy tints deceiv'd his eye,

And fairy forefts fring'd the evening sky.

So Scotia's Queen, as flowly dawn'd the day, 4

Rofe on her couch, and gaz'd her soul away. 214
Her eyes had blefs'd the beacon's glimmering height,
That faintly tipt the feathery furge with light;
But now the morn with orient hues pourtray'd
Each caftled cliff, and brown monastic shade:
All touch'd the talifman's refiftless spring,

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And lo, what busy tribes were instant on the wing!

Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts infpire, s As fummer-clouds flash forth electric fire.

And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth,

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Warm as the life, and with the mirror's truth. 224 Hence home-felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's figh;"

This makes him wish to live, and dare to die.

For this FOSCARI, whofe relentless fate 7

Venice fhould blush to hear the Muse relate,

When exile wore his blooming years away,

To forrow's long foliloquies a prey,

When reason, juftice, vainly urg'd his caufe,

For this he rous'd her fanguinary laws;

Glad to return, tho' Hope could grant no more,

And chains and torture hail'd him to the fhore.

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And hence the charm historic scenes impart: 235

Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.

Aërial forms, in Tempe's claffic vale,

Glance thro' the gloom, and whisper in the gale;

In wild Vauclufe with love and LAURA dwell,
And watch and weep in ELOISA's cell. 8 240
'Twas ever thus. As now at VIRGIL's tomb, 9
We bless the shade, and bid the verdure bloom :
So TULLY paus'd, amid the wrecks of Time, 10
On the rude ftone to trace the truth fublime;

When at his feet, in honour'd duft difclos'd, 245

The immortal Sage of Syracuse repos'd.

And as his youth in fweet delufion hung,

Where once a PLATO taught, a PINDAR fung;

Who now but meets him mufing, when he roves His ruin'd Tufculan's romantic groves?

In Rome's great forum, who but hears him roll

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His moral thunders o'er the subject foul?

And hence that calm delight the portrait gives:

We gaze on every feature till it lives!

Still the fond lover views the absent maid;

And the loft friend still lingers in his shade!

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Say why the penfive widow loves to weep,
When on her knee fhe rocks the babe to fleep:

Tremblingly ftill, fhe lifts his veil to trace

The father's features in his infant face.

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