172 MISCELLAI? EOU$- POEMS. But happiest they, whose gifted eye Above this world can see, And those diviner realms descry, Where partings cannot be. Who, with one changeless Friend on.high,. Life's varied path. have trod, And soar to meet, beyond the sky, The ransom'd and their God. THE POET'S PASSION. O Tt?t?r not, soul of warlike fire, That Glory thee alone hath beckon'd, That thou, whom Honor's dreams inspire, Most years of future fame hast reck0n'd ! There is an ardor fiereef far Than all thy d?6ams, or deeds of war. O think not, thou, who high would'st climb To greet Dominion's rising sun, Thy visions are the most sublime, That ever yet t!?e fancy won; There is a prouder, loftier hope, That towers above thy daring scope. ........... Google ?
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