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POWER OF SOLITUDE.
For happier climes its destined glory plan,And lend immortal life to mortal man.
Come then, sweet Friendship, who in Harvard's bowersWith calm enjoyment winged my youthful hours,Whose cheering power consoles the dying slave,Recals the sleeping Lazarus from his grave,In soothest sorcery binds the maniac's cell,And lulls to peace the monster hags of hell;Come, and with solitude's serene employChase every care, and ripen every joy,Till this distracted heart forget to weep,Locked in the grave's inviolable sleep.
END OF THE FIRST PART.
