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THE TRIUMPHS
"Thou kind preserver! whose attentive zeal
Gives me in this contented hour to feel
That dearest pleasure of a soul refin'd,
The triumph of the self-corrected mind;
If happy in the strength thy smiles impart,
I own thy favour in no thankless heart,
Still let me view thy form, so justly dear!
Still in kind visions to these eyes appear!
Thy friendly dictates teach me to fulfil!
And let thy aid avert each future ill!"
While fond devotion taught her thus to speak,
The soft down sinks beneath her lovely cheek,
And settling on her lips, that sweetly close,
Silence, enamour'd, lulls her to repose.
Gives me in this contented hour to feel
That dearest pleasure of a soul refin'd,
The triumph of the self-corrected mind;
If happy in the strength thy smiles impart,
I own thy favour in no thankless heart,
Still let me view thy form, so justly dear!
Still in kind visions to these eyes appear!
Thy friendly dictates teach me to fulfil!
And let thy aid avert each future ill!"
While fond devotion taught her thus to speak,
The soft down sinks beneath her lovely cheek,
And settling on her lips, that sweetly close,
Silence, enamour'd, lulls her to repose.
END OF THE SECOND CANTO.
