Look'st forth in beauty, laughing them to scorn.

But vainly now on me thy beauties blaze—

Ossian no longer can enraptured gaze![3]

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Whether at morn, in lucid lustre gay,

On eastern clouds thy yellow tresses play,

Or else at eve, in radiant glory drest,

Thou tremblest at the portals of the west,

I see no more! But thou mayest fail at length,

Like Ossian lose thy beauty and thy strength,

Like him—but for a season—in thy sphere

To shine with splendour, then to disappear!

Thy years shall have an end, and thou no more

Bright through the world enlivening radiance pour,

But sleep within thy clouds, and fail to rise,

Heedless when Morning calls thee to the skies!

Then now exult, O Sun! and gaily shine,

While Youth and Strength and Beauty all are thine.

For Age is dark, unlovely, as the light

Shed by the Moon when clouds deform the night,

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