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And, conscious of sleep's dread repose, Arouse the slumberer from the grave; And o'er him breathe thy vital breath, And, by thy warmth, reclaim from death!

Thou ne'er again shalt gladly bear
The panier, yoked thy neck around,
Press to the famished lip its fare,

And bring the band to close the wound;
And, by thy healing tongue, supply
The balm that lessens agony!

Ah! thou no more shalt homeward bring The infant through the frozen air; And as with hand half-human-ring The Convent bell-nor quit thy care, Till on the hearth, before the blaze, Thou on his opening eyelids gaze!

Long on thy loss that hearth shall dwell ;Friend of mankind! farewell!-farewell!

TO INIS.

FROM THE SPANISH.

WHAT shall I compare thee to?
Moonlight? that will never do!
That is tranquil,—thou art never
Calm for one half hour;-for ever
Restless, reckless, thoughtless, ranging,—
-The moon is one whole month in changing!

What shall I compare thee to?
Sunbeams?-no!-though one or two,

I grant thou hast stolen-heaven knows how !-
To diadem thy beauteous brow :-

But thou art not of them, for they

Shine on our earth (sometimes) a day!

What shall I compare thee to ?—
I have it!-yes!-alas, how true!
Thou art that radiance on the sea
That, beautiful-but murderously-
Smiles and shines,-while snares and death
Lurk its brilliant rays beneath!

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Ingraved on Steel by W 1.Fry, after a brawing by Horbond

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