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POEMS.

THE CONSOLER.

It seemed, as Nature's flame were dead!—No beamFrom Sun or Moon diffused its chearing gleamO'er that dark sky, at morn which seemed so fair,It thence seemed darker now. The mirky airClose, thick, and lowering, with its burthen prestThe spirits down, and clogged the labouring breast.The birds were silent on the leafless spray;And wild and waste the soul's Elysium lay,Spoiled of its floral treasure. Cankerous WantAnd Sorrow's worm had killed Health's blooming plant:
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