Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise!

Each stamps its image as the other flies!

Each, as the varied avenues of fenfe

Delight or forrow to the foul difpenfe,

Brightens or fades; yet all, with magic art,

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Controul the latent fibres of the heart.

As ftudious PROSPERO's myfterious spell
Conven'd the fubject-fpirits to his cell;
Each, at thy call, advances or retires,
As judgment dictates, or the scene infpires.

Each thrills the feat of sense, that facred fource,

Whence the fine nerves direct their mazy courfe,

And thro' the frame invifibly convey

The fubtle, quick vibrations as they play.

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Survey the globe, each ruder realm explore; 185

From Reason's fainteft ray to NEWTON foar.

What different fpheres to human bliss affign'd!

What flow gradations in the scale of mind!

Yet mark in each these myftic wonders wrought; Oh mark the fleepless energies of thought!

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The adventurous boy, that afks his little share, And hies from home, with many a goffip's prayer,

Turns on the neighbouring hill, once more to fee The dear abode of peace and privacy;

And as he turns, the thatch among the trees, 195 The fmoke's blue wreaths afcending with the breeze, The village-common spotted white with sheep,

The churchyard yews round which his fathers fleep;

All roufe Reflection's fadly-pleafing train,

And oft he looks and weeps, and looks again. 200

So, when the daring fons of Science drew
The mild TUPIA'S firm yet fond adieu

To all his foul beft lov'd, fuch tears he fhed,
While each soft scene of fummer-beauty fled :
Long o'er the wave a wistful look he cast,

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Long watch'd the streaming fignal from the mast;

Till twilight's dewy tints deceiv'd his eye,

And fairy forefts fring'd the evening sky.

So Scotia's Queen, as flowly dawn'd the day, 2 Rofe on her couch, and gaz'd her foul away. 210 Her eyes had blefs'd the beacon's glimmering height, That faintly tipt the feathery furge with light;

But now the morn with orient hues pourtray'd

Each caftled cliff, and brown monaftic fhade:

All touch'd the talisman's refistless spring,

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And lo, what busy tribes were inftant on the wing!

As kindred objects kindred thoughts excite, 3 Thefe, with magnetic virtue, foon unite. And hence this fpot gives back the joys of youth, Warm as the life, and with the mirror's truth. 220 Hence home-felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's figh; This makes him wish to live, and dare to die.

For this FOSCARI, whofe relentless fate 4

Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate,

When exile wore his blooming years away,

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To forrow's long foliloquies a prey,

When reafon, juftice, vainly urg'd his caufe,

For this he rous'd her fanguinary laws;

Glad to return, tho' Hope could grant no more, And chains and torture hail'd him to the fhore. 230

And hence the charm hiftoric scenes impart:

Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.

Aërial forms, in Tempe's claffic vale,

Glance thro' the gloom, and whisper in the gale; In wild Vauclufe with love and LAURA dwell, 235 And watch and weep in ELOISA's cell. 5

'Twas ever thus, As now at VIRGIL's tomb, 6

We bless the shade, and bid the verdure bloom:

So TULLY paus'd, amid the wrecks of Time, 7
On the rude ftone to trace the truth fublime; 240

When at his feet, in honour'd dust disclos'd,

The immortal Sage of Syracufe repos'd.

And as his youth in sweet delusion hung,

Where once a PLATO taught, a PINDAR fung;