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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Address To Thought
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OH thou! the musing, wakeful pow`r,
	That lov`st the silent, midnight hour,
	Thy lonely vigils then to keep,
	And banish far the angel, sleep,
	With all his lovely train;
	Come, pensive thought! with thee I`ll rove,
	Through forest wild, sequestered grove,
	Or twilight plain.

	The lone recluse, in hermit-cell,
	With thee, oh nymph! delights to dwell;
	Forsakes the world, and all its charms,
	Forsakes the syren pleasure`s arms,
	In peaceful shades to rest;
	And oft with thee, entranc`d, may hear,
	Celestial voices warbling near,
	Of spirits blest!

	When slow declines the rosy day
	And ev`ning smiles with parting ray,
	When twilight spreads her magic hues,
	When moon-beams tremble on the dews,
	Be mine to rove retir`d;
	By fairy bower, or dimpled stream,
	To muse with thee some heavenly theme,
	Oh! maid inspir`d!

	`Tis thine on eagle-wings to soar,
	Unknown, unfathom`d realms explore;
	Below the deeps, above the sky,
	Beyond the starry orbs on high;
	(Can aught restrain thy flight?)
	To pierce the veil of future time,
	And rise, in Fancy`s car sublime,
	To realms of light:

	At midnight, to the guilty breast,
	Thou com`st, a fear`d, appalling guest;
	While lightnings flash and thunders roll,
	Accusing conscience wakes the soul,
	And bids each fear increase;
	And, while benignant slumber flies,
	With awful voice, in whisper cries,
	Farewell to peace!

	But oh, dread pow`r! how sweet thy reign,
	To Virtue`s mild and hallow`d train!
	The storm around may wildly rave,
	And winter swell the mountain wave,
	Yet soft their calm repose!
	Their minds unruffled and serene,
	And guardian-seraphs watch unseen,
	Their eyes to close!
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