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GENTLE Moon! a captive calls;
Gild the prison's sullen walls;
Throw thy veil of clouds aside;
Let those smiles that light the pole
Cheer his melancholy mind;
Soothe his sorrows, heal his smart:
Let thine influence, pure, refined,
Cool the fever of his heart.
Chase despondency and care,
Fiends that haunt the GUILTY breast:
Conscious virtue braves despair;
Triumphs most when most oppress'd.
Now I feel thy power benign
Swell my bosom, thrill my veins; As thy beams the brightest shine When the deepest midnight reigns.
Say, fair shepherdess of night
On the blue ethereal mead;
At this moment, dost thou see,
On a brilliant beam convey
This soft whisper to his breast, "Wipe that generous drop away; He for whom it falls is blest.
"Blest with Freedom unconfined, Dungeons cannot hold the Soul: Who can chain the immortal Mind?
- None but He who spans the pole."
Fancy, too, the nimble fairy,
With her subtle magic spell, In romantic visions airy
Steals the captive from his cell.
On her moonlight pinions borne,
Far he flies from grief and pain; Never, never to be torn
From his friends and home again.
THE CAPTIVE NIGHTINGALE.
NOCTURNAL Silence reigning,
His grief in soothing slumbers
To you the Mourner sung;
Inspired his plaintive tongue.
"Now reigns the moon in splendor
Amid the heaven serene;
A thousand stars attend her,
And glitter round their queen:
Sweet hours of inspiration!
And breathe my soul in Song.
"But now, delicious season!
In vain thy charms invite;
"In yonder breezy bowers,
In solitude serene:
First fired my
I vow'd eternal duty;
She look'd-half kind, half shy
"My plumes with ardor trembling