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The Fate Of Genius.
If , ' mid the herd of human kind . One warm , unfetter'd , generous mind Should linger yet—and such there are , Blooming like desert flowers afar ; Ere hope decays , ere manhood , worth
All' that should be the pride of earth—The feelings of ingenuous youth , The impulse high—the voice of truth , Are wreck'd upon the treacherous sea—The rock of worldly infamy . Hence let him fly—the burning
plain—The Arab's tent—the Helot ' s chain—His nature will not more debase Than commune with the human race .
Friendship ancl love , how fair ye seem , AVhen pictured in some poet ' s dream : Earth ' s baser passions fade away ; We feel as when in Eden ' s bower ; Confiding truth knew no decay ,
Nor dreamt of change in every hour . AVe feel as when the heart ' s warm thought In every g lance of love was spoken ; AVheri woman ' s faith coulcl not be bought , Or for the lust of gold be broken . 'Tis but a vision—let it pass ;
A dream too bright to last for ever ; A vapour ' s breath upon a glass , A bubble dancing on a river . The well-school'd tongue of glowing youth May breath the vow of seeming truth ;
Love light her torch in each bright eye—The dew-gemm'd tear—the half-drawn sigh ; Should speak the language of the heart ; But trust them not—she acts the part . Burst the soft chain—her vows restore—Her lips have breathed them oft before .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Fate Of Genius.
If , ' mid the herd of human kind . One warm , unfetter'd , generous mind Should linger yet—and such there are , Blooming like desert flowers afar ; Ere hope decays , ere manhood , worth
All' that should be the pride of earth—The feelings of ingenuous youth , The impulse high—the voice of truth , Are wreck'd upon the treacherous sea—The rock of worldly infamy . Hence let him fly—the burning
plain—The Arab's tent—the Helot ' s chain—His nature will not more debase Than commune with the human race .
Friendship ancl love , how fair ye seem , AVhen pictured in some poet ' s dream : Earth ' s baser passions fade away ; We feel as when in Eden ' s bower ; Confiding truth knew no decay ,
Nor dreamt of change in every hour . AVe feel as when the heart ' s warm thought In every g lance of love was spoken ; AVheri woman ' s faith coulcl not be bought , Or for the lust of gold be broken . 'Tis but a vision—let it pass ;
A dream too bright to last for ever ; A vapour ' s breath upon a glass , A bubble dancing on a river . The well-school'd tongue of glowing youth May breath the vow of seeming truth ;
Love light her torch in each bright eye—The dew-gemm'd tear—the half-drawn sigh ; Should speak the language of the heart ; But trust them not—she acts the part . Burst the soft chain—her vows restore—Her lips have breathed them oft before .