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What subtle powers connect thy airy train,Touch but the first, and myriads crowd the brain!From thee seclusion gains her magic art,To wake the mind, and elevate the heart,From thee, gay fancy every image gleans,Which breathes perfection o'er illusive scenes,And, urged by thee, the forms of memory trueThro cornean portals pass in bright review. (3)

 'Tis evening's watch, while silver twilight fails,Scarce winds the seabreeze round the flaccid sails;Athwart his eyes oblique the moonlight cast,The jocund sailor climbs the giddy mast,Charmed, while he seems in distant sounds to hearSome ready welcome meet his listening ear.Hushed be each voice, the bursting joke suspend,Lo! on his soul the dreams of hope descend;At home he sits, the dangerous voyage o'er,Tells all his ills, and would the tale were more;