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A mournful labour, while to her is given
Hope—and a renovation without end.
—That smile forbids the thought;—for on thy face
Smiles are beginning, like the beams of dawn,
To shoot and circulate;—smiles have there been seen,—
Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports
The feeble motions of thy life, and cheers
Thy loneliness;—or shall those smiles be called
Feelers of love,—put forth as if to explore
This untried world, and to prepare thy way
Through a strait passage intricate and dim?
Such are they,—and the same are tokens, signs,
Which, when the appointed season hath arrived,
Joy, as her holiest language, shall adopt;
And Reason's god-like Power be proud to own.
