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and summer's smiling ray Welcomed again the merry Whitsuntide, And all my humble villagers were gay; I saw thee sitting on the highway side, To feel once more the warm sun's blessed beam: Didst thou then think upon thy own gay prime, On such a holiday, and the glad time When thou wert young and happy, like a dream Now perished! No; the murmured prayer alone Rose from the trembling lips towards the Throne Of Mercy; that ere spring returned again, And the long winter blew its dreary blast, To sweep the verdure from the fading plain, Thy burden would be dropped, thy sorrows past! O blind and aged man, bowed down with cares, When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs! THE VISIONARY BOY. Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me! Enough of care and heaviness The weary lids of life depress, And doubly blest that gentle heart shall be, That wooes of poesy the visions bland, And strays forgetful o'er enchanted land! Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me! So spoke, with ardent look, yet eyebrow sad, When he had passed o'er many a mountain rude, And many a wild and weary solitude, 10 'Mid a green vale, a wandering minstrel-lad. With eyes that shone in softened flame, With wings and wand, young Fancy came; And as she touched a trembling lute, The lone enthusiast stood entranced and mute. It was a sound that made his soul forego All thoughts of sadness in a world of woe. Oh, lend that lute! he cried: Hope, Pity, Love, Shall listen; and each valley, rock, and grove, Shall witness, as with deep delight, 20 From orient morn to dewy-stealing night. My spirit, rapt in trance of sweetness high, Shall drink the heartfelt sound with tears of ecstasy! As thus he spoke, soft voices seemed to say, Come away, come away; Where shall the heart-sick minstrel stray, But (viewing all things like a dream) By haunted wood, or wizard stream? That, like a hermit weeping, Amid the gray stones creeping; 30 With voice distinct, yet faint, Calls on Repose herself to hear its soothing plaint. For him, romantic Solitude Shall pile sublime her mountains rude; For him, with shades more soft impresse
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