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Vain thought! yet be as now thou art.
That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poet's heart,
How bright, how solemn, how serene!
Such heart did once the poet bless,
Who, pouring here a [1] later ditty,
Could rind no refuge from distress,
But in the milder grief of pity.
Remembrance! as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
Awd pray that never child of Song
May know his freezing sorrows more.
How calm! how still! the only sound.
The dripping of the oar suspended!
—The evening darkness gathers round
By virtue's holiest powers attended.
- ↑ Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the laſt written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.
