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Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, As it would fly the busy, taunting world, And feed upon reflection. Sometimes, near The foot of an old Tree, he takes his seat And with the page of legendary lore Cheats the dull hour, while Evening's sober eye Looks tearful as it closes. In the dell By the swift brook he loiters, sad and mute, Save when a struggling sigh, half murmur'd, steals From his wrung bosom. To the rising moon, His eye rais'd wistfully, expression fraught, He pours the cherish'd anguish of his Soul, Silent yet eloquent: For not a sound That might alarm the night's lone centinel, The dull-eyed Owl, escapes his trembling lip, Unapt in supplication. He is young, And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, That all its fires are faded. What is He? And why, when morning sails upon the breeze, Fanning the blue hill's summit, does he stay Loit'ring and sullen, like a Truant boy, Beside the woodland glen; or stretch'd along On the green slope, watch his slow wasting form Reflected, trembling, on the river's breast? His garb is coarse and threadbare, and his cheek Is prematurely faded. The check'd tear, Dimming his dark eye's lustre, seems to say, "This world is now, to me, a barren waste, "A desart, full of weeds and wounding thorns, "And I am weary: for my journey here "Has been, though short, but chearless." Is it so? Poor Traveller! Oh tell me, tell me all-- For I, like thee, am but a Fugitive An alien from delight, in this dark scene! And, now I mark thy features, I behold The cause of thy complaining. Thou art here A persecuted Exile ! one, whose soul Unbow'd by guilt, demands no patronage From blunted feeling, or the frozen hand Of gilded Ostentation. Thou, poor PRIEST! Art here, a Stranger, from thy kindred torn-- Thy kindred massacred ! thy quiet home, The rural palace of some village scant, Shelter'd by vineyards, skirted by fair meads, And by the music of a shallow rill Made ever chearful, now thou hast exchang'd For stranger woods and vallies. What of that! Here, or on torrid desarts; o'er the world Of trackless waves, or on the frozen cliffs Of black Siberia, thou art not alone! For there, on each, on all, The DEITY Is thy companion still! Then, exiled MAN! Be chearful as the Lark that o'er yon hill In Nature's language, wild, yet musical, Hails the Creator ! nor thus, sullenly Repine, that, through the day, the sunny beam Of lust'rous fortune gilds the palace roof, While thy short path, in this wild labyrinth, Is lost in transient shadow. Who, that lives, Hath not his portion of calamity? Who, that feels, can boast a tranquil bosom? The fever, throbbing in the Tyrant's veins In quick, strong language, tells the daring wretch That He is mortal, like the poorest slave Who wears his chain, yet healthfully suspires. The sweetest Rose will wither, while the storm Passes the mountain thistle. The bold Bird, Whose strong eye braves the ever burning Orb, Falls like the Summer Fly, and has at most, But his allotted sojourn. EXILED MAN! Be chearful ! Thou art not a fugitive! All are thy kindred--all thy brothers, here-- The hoping--trembling Creatures--of one GOD!
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