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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the woodlands, vivid light'nings flew, Cleft the strong oak, and scorch'd the blossom'd spray; At morn's approach, I mark the sun's warm glow O'er the grey hill a crimson radiance throw; I mark the silv'ry fragrant dew, Give lustre to the vi'let's hue; The shallow rivers o'er their pebbly way, In slow meanders murmuring play; Day spreads her beams, the lofty forest tree, Shakes from its moisten'd head the pearly show'r, All nature, feels the renovating hour, All, but the sorrowing child of cold ADVERSITY; For her, the linnet's downy throat Breathes harmony in vain; Unmov'd, she hears the warbling note In all the melody of song complain; By her unmark'd the flowret's bloom, In vain the landscape sheds perfume; Her languid form, on earth's damp bed, In coarse and tatter'd garb reclines; In silent agony she pines; Or, if she hears some stranger's tread, To a dark nook, ashamed she flies, And with her scanty robe, o'er-shades her weeping eyes. Her hair, dishevel'd, wildly plays With every freezing gale; While down her cold cheek, deadly pale, The tear of pensive sorrow strays; She shuns, the PITY of the proud, Her mind, still triumphs, unsubdu'd Nor stoops, its misery to obtrude, Upon the vulgar croud. Unheeded, and unknown, To some bleak wilderness she flies; And seated on a moss-clad stone, Unwholesome vapours round her rise, And hang their mischiefs on her brow; The ruffian winds, her limbs expose; Still, still, her heart disdains to bow, She cherishes her woes. NOW FAMINE spreads her sable wings; INGRATITUDE insults her pangs; While from a thousand eager fangs, Madd'ning she flies;The recreant crew With taunting smiles her steps pursue; While on her burning, bleeding heart, Fresh wounded by Affliction's dart, NEGLECT, her icy poison flings; From HOPE's celestial bosom hurl'd, She seeks oblivion's gloom, Now, now, she mocks the barb'rous world, AND TRIUMPHS IN THE TOMB.
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