73. Dreams
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OH! miserable power |
| To dreams allow'd, to raise the guilty past, |
| And back awhile the illumined spirit to cast |
| On its youth's twilight
hour; |
| In mockery guiling it to act again |
| The revel or the scoff in Satan's frantic train! |
Nay, hush thee, angry
heart! |
| An Angel's grief ill fits a penitent; |
| Welcome the thorn—it is divinely sent, |
| And with its wholesome
smart |
| Shall pierce thee in thy virtue's palmy home, |
And warn thee what thou art, and whence thy
wealth has come. |
Pæstum.
February 26, 1833. |