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Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Mag.
160. THE SOLITUDE OF ALEXANDER
I am monarch of all I survey ;
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
Ye winds that have made me your sport,
How fleet is a glance of the mind !
But the seafowl is gone to her nest,
161. TO MARY UNWIN.
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
That ere through age or woe I shed my wings
But thou hast little need. There is a Book
A chronicle of actions just and bright-
162. TO THE SAME.
The twentieth year is well nigh past
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
Thy needles, once a shining store,
sake restless heretofore,
For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil