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dedication.
Be this the boon!"—The natal Genius smil'd,
Auspicious shone the guardian's brow serene,
"Go range," he cried, "the visionary wild,
Where fickle Fancy reigns, a wayward, wandering child!"
Auspicious shone the guardian's brow serene,
"Go range," he cried, "the visionary wild,
Where fickle Fancy reigns, a wayward, wandering child!"
Since then, thro' every mountain, dell, or grove,
Wherever fountain gush'd, or murmur'd rill,
Fancy beheld her fondest votary rove
Her grassy glens, and climb each mist-crown'd hill;
And thus the 'tranced pilgrim wanders still;
And who would rudely break the enthusiast's dream,
Or vex with worldly cares that bosom's thrill,
As bending pensive o'er some wizard stream,
It ponders silently, the sweet, yet lofty theme?
Wherever fountain gush'd, or murmur'd rill,
Fancy beheld her fondest votary rove
Her grassy glens, and climb each mist-crown'd hill;
And thus the 'tranced pilgrim wanders still;
And who would rudely break the enthusiast's dream,
Or vex with worldly cares that bosom's thrill,
As bending pensive o'er some wizard stream,
It ponders silently, the sweet, yet lofty theme?
Mother, how oft the lucre-loving sire
Commits his offspring to ungenial skies,
Sends him to burn beneath the tropic fire,
Commits his offspring to ungenial skies,
Sends him to burn beneath the tropic fire,
