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Silent was all around,
Save when the swelling breeze
Of distant waterfalls, and gently-waving trees.
No tinkling folds, no curfew's parting knell Struck the sequester'd Anchoret's ear ; Remote from men he scoop'd his narrow cell, For much he had endur'd, no more he look'd to fear.
But still, the world's dark tempests past,
Yet oft his voyage he'd ponder o'er;
Oft in reflection life's rough ocean view,
How mount the stormy waves, how hard to struggle through!
Before his sage revolving eyes
Joy led the van, in rapture wild,
Hied from the frantic pageant far away;
Joy led the van—her painted vest,
Gay she stepp'd, till busy Fear
Whisper'd in her startled ear
"How many a cup is dash'd with gall,
"How many an evil may befall!”
Aghast awhile she heard the ruthful song, Then faster seiz'd the robe, and hastier danc'd along.
Close Love follow'd in the train,
And prying keen with jaundic'd eye,
'Twixt Pride and lust of Grandeur led,
By Fhrenzy urg'd o'er every bar to rise,
Wild as she rush'd, she scorn'd to mark the ground,
Pale as the waning moon,
With tear-stain'd cheek and stupid gaze, Withering before life's sunny noon,
Grief crept along in sad amaze,
By many a stroke to keenest misery brought,
Now in a shower dissolv'd, now lost in inward thought.
As the rous'd Tiger gaunt and fell
With flashing glare and murd'rous yell-
Too fierce for wounds or groans to feel,
Onward she sprung, and shook the bloody steel.
While far behind, with silent pace and slow,
Patient the distant hour to wait,
And hide with courteous smiles the blackest hate.
'Till time disarm'd the foe, then drove her poniard
To Malice link'd, as near allied,
Envy march'd with baneful lour;
Detraction halted by her side,
Upheld by Falshood's feeble power.
"No more!-no more !" the holy Seer exclaim'd, "Passions wild, unbroke, untam'd,
"Must sure the human heart o'erthrow, "And plunge in all the energy of woe.
"Grant then the boon, all-gracious Heav'n, "Let reason ever take the helm ;
"Lest, by unheeded whirlwinds driv'n, "The pinnace frail some gust may overwhelm !
“Hang out the friendly lamp, that clear "From Error's perils she may safely steer; "Till death shall bid each trial cease,
"And moor the shatter'd bark in peace!"
BY JOSEPH WARTON, D. D.
FAREWELL thou dimpled cherub Joy,
To dance along the primrose mead!
While labouring sighs my heart-strings break,
"Haste, with thy poison'd dagger, haste,
"To pierce this sorrow-laden breast;