THE
POWER
OF
SOLITUDE.
PART SECOND
——— Then the charm, by fate prepared,Diffuseth its enchantment; fancy dreams,Rapt into. high discourse with prophets old,And wandering through Elysium, fancy dreamsOf sacred fountains, of o'ershadowing groves,Whose walks with godlike harmony resound;Fountains, which Homer visits, happy groves,Where Milton dwells. The intellectual powerOn the mind's throne suspends his graver cares,And smiles; the passions to divine reposePersuaded yield, and love and joy aloneAre waking; love and joy, such as awaitAn angel's meditation. O! attend,Whoe'er thou art, whom these delights can touch,Whom nature's aspect, nature's simple garb,Can thus command: O! listen to my song,And I will guide thee to her blissful walks,And teach thy Solitude her voice to hear,And point her gracious features to thy view.PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION.
ON THE MIND.
