Pil'd on the steep, her blazing faggots burn

To hail the bark that never can return;

And still she waits, but scarce forbears to weep
That constant love can linger on the deep.

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Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore,

But found not pity when it err'd no more.

Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye

Th' unfeeling proud one looks-and passes by;
Condemn'd on Penury's barren path to roam―
Scorn'd by the world, and left without a home-
Ev'n he, at evening, should he chance to stray
Down by the hamlet's hawthorn-scented way,

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Leans ver its humble gate. & thinks the while_ Oh that for me some home like this would smile. Some hamlet shade, to yield my sickly form:

Health in the breeze, and sheter in the storm.

Where, round the cot's romantic glade are seen

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The blossom'd bean-field, and the sloping green,
Leans o'er its humble gate, and thinks the while
Oh! that for me some home like this would smile,
Some hamlet shade, to yield my sickly form,

Health in the breeze, and shelter in the storm!

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There should my hand no stinted boon assign

To wretched hearts with sorrows such as mine !—
That generous wish can soothe unpitied care,

And Hope half mingles with the poor man's prayer.

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The wrongs of fate, the woes of human kind,

Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see

The boundless fields of rapture yet to be;

I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan,

And learn the future by the past of man.

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Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore,

Trace every wave, and culture every shore.

On Erie's banks, where tigers steal along,

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And the dread Indian chants a dismal song,
Where human fiends on midnight errands walk,
And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk;
There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray,
And shepherds dance at Summer's op'ning day;
Each wand'ring genius of the lonely glen
Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men;

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