O! Reason! vaunted Sovreign of the mind! Thou pompous vision with a sounding name! Can`st thou, the soul`s rebellious passions tame! Can`st thou in spells the vagrant fancy bind? Ah, no! capricious as the wav`ring wind, Are sighs of Love that dim thy boasted flame, While Folly`s torch consumes the wreath of fame, And Pleasure`s hands the sheaves of truth unbind. Press`d by the storms of Fate, hope shrinks and dies; Frenzy darts forth in mightiest ills array`d; Around thy throne destructive tumults rise, And hell-fraught jealousies, thy rights invade! Then, what art thou? O! Idol of the wise! A visionary theme!—a gorgeous shade!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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