How pleasant is this place! E'en in this month
Of winds I love my home. The sky is cold
And clear. Behind the house the north wind raves;
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Ope, Light of Life! and, with a ray divine,
Illume the soul of thy devoted Bard,
While he, with reverential awe profound,
Attempts to show, (if 'tis no crime to show,)
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Along a bushy slope, amongst the cliffs,
Near, where its head a rugged upland lifts,
A living fountain sends a crystal rill,
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When on the stage fam'd Garrick trod,
And shook the benches by a nod,
His author's genius all his own,
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O sacred Book of knowledge, all divine,
The Bible! richer than the golden mine!
The sun of moral systems, it unfolds
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LO! half emerg'd from realms of eastern waves,
The moon her face in ocean-azure laves:
She lifts her head, and casts, in cheerful light,
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Lo! when the sexes we comprise,
And mark the divers traits that rise,
How much more delicate we find,
Woman than man, in frame and mind!
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Ah, why is woman thus by man ador'd,
The comeliest object in creation's hoard?
Ah why, where Nature's plastic hand neglects,
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Upon the plains of Jersey wide extended,
Where landscapes late my pleas'd attention drew,
Cooper's plantation with enchantments blended,
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When we peruse the hist'ry of mankind,
And learn what crimes have been! Oh! how it wounds
The soul, to think that, of all beings here,
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