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Display'd in rivalry, with all her charmsDissolved away.Nor can the halls of HeavenGive to the human soul such kindred joy,As hovering o'er its earthly haunts it feels,When with the breeze it wantons round the browOf one beloved on earth; or when at nightIn dreams it comes, and brings with it the DaysAnd Joys that are no more. Or when, perchanceWith power permitted to alleviate illAnd fit the sufferer for the coming woe,Some strange presage the Spirit breathes, and fillsThe breast with ominous fear, and disciplinesFor sorrow, pours into the afflicted heartThe balm of resignation, and inspiresWith heavenly hope. Even as a child delightsTo visit day by day the favorite plantHis hand has sown, to mark its gradual growth,And watch all anxious for the promised flower;Thus to the blessed spirit, in innocence