With added lustre to my sight unfold;

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He comes! the doom'd deliverer, from afar,

Gathers his rushing thousands to the war!

His generous might uniting factions greet,

And crush'd oppression groans beneath his feet:

From each bright year successive glories spring,

And shouting millions hail a patriot king!

"For me—these joys assured, in calm repose,

With trembling hope, I wait my end of woes.

Long vers'd in sufferings, I no more complain,

Nor shall one tear my former patience stain.

Long, long, has time, slow rolling, swept away

The dear companions of my earlier day;

So long, that memory scarce their names retains,

And blank oblivion o'er my bosom reigns.

Ernestus, now, alone sustains their part,

(Loved more than all) within this widow'd heart:

And thou, my God, wilt hear my prayers, and spread

A guardian veil o'er youthful virtue's head.

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