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TO MELANCHOLY

Spirit of love and sorrow--hail!

Thy soleale:

Hail, with this sadly-pleasing tear! O! at this still, this lonely hour,

Thine oeet hour of closing day,

Awake thy lute, whose charmful pow'r

Shall call up Fancy to obey: To paint the wild ro eye,

As, on the bank of shadowy streah O lonely spirit! let thy song

Lead ht aisles along,

Where spectres raise the es faintly swell!

Then, sink at once in silence drear,

While, fro forh,

Whose pathless sod is darkly seen,

As the coldbeams the leaves between Lead to the mountain's dusky head,

Where, far below, in shade profound,

Wide forests, plains and hauideoar

Just breaks the stillness of the vale,

As slow it tracks the winding shore,