Oh! may no hurricane destroy

His visionary views of joy;

God of the winds! oh hear his humble pray'r,

And while the moon of harvest shines, thy blust'ring whirlwind spare.

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Sons of luxury, to you,

Leave I sleep's dull pow'r to woo;
Press ye still the downy bed,

While fev'rish dreams surround your
I will seek the woodland glade,
Penetrate the thickest shade,
Wrapt in contemplation's dreams,
Musing high on holy themes,

While on the gale

Shall softly sail,

The nightingale's enchanting tune,

And oft my eyes,

Shall grateful rise,

To thee the modest Harvest Moon!

head;

END OF VOL. I.

W. Wilson, Printer, St. John's Square.

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