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As her iination painted with melancholy touches, the deserted plains

of Troy, such as they appeared in this after-day, she reani little story

STANZAS

O'er Ilion's plains, where once the warrior bled,

And once the poet rais'd his deathless strain,

O'er Ilion's plains a weary driver led

His stately calance he threw,

For now the red cloud faded in the west,

And twilight o'er the silent landscape drew

Her deep'ning veil; eastward his course he prest: There, on the grey horizon's gli bound,

Rose the proud colu shepherds now a shelter found

Within those walls, where princes wont to joy Beneath a lofty porch the driver pass'd,

Then, from his camels heav'd the heavy load;

Partook with theave himself to God From distant lands with merchandise he came,

His all of wealth his patient servants bore;

Oft deep-drawn sighs his anxious wish proclaie door; For there, his wife, his little children, dwell;

Their smiles shall pay the toil of many an hour:

Ev'n noarm tears to expectation swell,

As fancy o'er his n'd, where once the song,

The song of heroes, wak'd the ,

That seem'd to say--'for future worlds prepare' For Ti thehad conquer'd, vainly rear'd),

And distant ruins answer'd to his call While Hamet slept, his camels round him lay,

Beneath him, all his store of wealth was piled;

And here, his cruse and empty wallet lay,