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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. L-----</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sun that gilds the western sky<br> And makes the orient red,<br>Whose gladsome rays delight the eye<br> And cheer the lonely shade,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Withdraws his vegetative heat,<br> To southern climes retires;<br>While absent, we supply his seat<br> With gross, material fires.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Tis new-year's morn; each rustic swain<br> Ambrosial cordials take;<br>And round the fire the festive train<br> A semi-circle make:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While clouds ascend, of sable smoke,<br> From pipes of ebon hue,<br>With inharmonick song and joke<br> They pass the morning through.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You tell me this is solitude,<br> This Contemplation's seat;<br>Ah no! the most impervious wood<br> Affords me no retreat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But let me recollect: 'tis said,<br> When Orpheus tun'd his lyre<br>The Fauns and Satyrs left the shade,<br> Warm'd by celestial fire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His vocal lays and lyra made<br> Inanimated marble weep;<br>Swift-footed Time then paus'd, 'tis said,<br> And sea-born monsters left the deep:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=114992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Impatient trees, to hear his strain<br> Rent from the ground their roots?---<br>Such is my fate, as his was then,<br> Surrounded here---by brutes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker&d=The+Posthumous+Works+of+Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</a></em></div>

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