Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds,
Ye pelting rains, a little rest;
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O Lord, my God, in mercy turn,
In mercy hear a sinner mourn!
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O Lord, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
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Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns,
Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies;
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Away with Death—away
With all her sluggish sleeps and chilling damps,
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Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee,
Cold the rain beats on thy breast:
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PART I.
Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
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Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,
From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;
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Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,
And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.
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Some to Aonian lyres of silver sound
With winning elegance attune their song,
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Down the sultry arc of day
The burning wheels have urged their way;
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He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,
The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;
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Bloomfield, thy happy omen'd name
Ensures continuance to thy fame;
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The western gale,
Mild as the kisses of connubial love,
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Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,
Consumption! silent cheater of the eye;
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Loud rage the winds without.—The wintry cloud
O'er the cold northstar casts her flitting shroud;
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Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night,
A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild,
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Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:
Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the stream
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I. 1.
Many there be, who, through the vale of life,
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The night it was still, and the moon it shone
Serenely on the sea,
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"In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity."
Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
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When twilight steals along the ground,
And all the bells are ringing round,
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Reader! if with no vulgar sympathy
Thou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,
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Yes, my stray steps have wander'd, wander'd far
From thee, and long, heart-soothing Poesy!
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Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"
Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;
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Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell,
Stretch'd remote in hermit cell,
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Mary, the moon is sleeping on thy grave,
And on the turf thy lover sad is kneeling,
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Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spot
Which I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.
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Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do hold
Your brilliant places in the sable vault
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Yes, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
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