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THOUGHTS ON A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT.
The moon in cloudless majesty, Her silv'ry tresses streaming round,Illumes the gently heaving sea, And dew-drops sparkle on the ground.
Oh! 'tis a night when mis'ry lifts Her streaming eyes from earth-born care;Searching for happiness, and peace, She looks to heav'n, and finds them there.
Deluded mortals vainly hope Immortal joys on earth to find;Eager at airy shadows grasp— But grasp, alas! the empty wind!
Deluded mortals! search no more— Far from your touch the vision flies;In heav'n alone the seraph dwells— Then seek her in the starry skies.
Enthusiast, go! with panting breast, On proffer'd friendship's truth rely,—Thy friend shall wring thy simple heart, And break through ev'ry tender tie.
