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THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.

The storm that wrecks the winter sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose.

I long to lay this painful head
And aching heart beneath the soil,
To slumber in that dreamless bed

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For Misery stole me at my birth,

And cast me helpless on the wild:

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On thy dear lap these limbs reclined
Shall gently moulder into thee;

Nor leave one wretched trace behind


Resembling me.

a strange sound affrights mine ear; My pulse, my brain runs wild, — I rave; -Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear?

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"The GRAVE, that never spake before,
Hath found at length a tongue to chide;
-I will speak no more:
Be silent, Pride!

O listen!

"Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care?

Is thy distracted conscience torn

By fell despair?

"Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes

Murder thy rest?

"Lash'd by the furies of the mind,

From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou flee?

Ah! think not, hope not, fool, to find

A friend in me.

"By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell; By the dread secrets of my womb;

By Death and Hell;

"I charge thee LIVE!-repent and pray;
In dust thine infamy deplore;
There yet is mercy ;· go thy way,

And sin no more.

"Art thou a MOURNER? — Hast thou known


The joy of innocent delights,
Endearing days for ever flown,

And tranquil nights?

"O LIVE!- and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past: Rely on Heaven's unchanging will

For peace at last.

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"Art thou a WANDERER? Hast thou seen O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark? A shipwreck'd sufferer hast thou been,


Misfortune's mark?

'Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam,

LIVE! thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home.

"TO FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe,

Who stole into thy breast to aim


A surer blow?

- and repine not o'er his loss,

A loss unworthy to be told:

Thou hast mistaken sordid dross

For friendship's gold.

"Seek the true treasure, seldom found,
Of power the fiercest griefs to calm,
And soothe the bosom's deepest wound
With heavenly balm.

"Did WOMAN's charms thy youth beguile,
And did the Fair One faithless prove?
Hath she betray'd thee with a smile,
And sold thy love?

"LIVE! "Twas a false bewildering fire:
Too often Love's insidious dart
Thrills the fond soul with wild desire,
But kills the heart.

"Thou yet shalt know, how sweet, how dear To gaze on listening Beauty's eye;

To ask, and pause in hope and fear

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Till she reply.

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