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Mary Darby Robinson - Echo to Him Who Complains
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O FLY thee from the shades of night,
  Where the loud tempests yelling rise; 
Where horrror wings her sullen flight
  Beneath the bleak and lurid skies. 

As the pale light`ning swiftly gleams
  O`er the scorch`d wood, thy well-known form 
More radiant than an angel seems,
  Contending with the ruthless storm. 

I see the scowling witch, DESPAIR
  Drink the big tear that scalds thy cheek; 
While thro` the dark and turbid air,
  The screams of haggard ENVY break. 

From the cold mountain`s flinty steep,
  I hear the dashing waters roar;
Ah! turn thee, turn thee, cease to weep,
  Thou hast no reason to deplore. 

See fell DESPAIR expiring fall,
  See ENVY from thy glances start;
No more shall howling blasts appall,
  Or with`ring grief corrode thy heart. 

See FRIENDSHIP from her azure eye
  Drops the fond balm for ev`ry pain
She comes, the offspring of the sky,
  "TO RAZE THE TROUBLES OF THE brain."
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