我1。呵,谁曾忧郁的灵魂中高兴,更多的than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn, Left all night long to mourn Where desolation frowns, and tempests howl; And shrieks of wo, as intermits the storm, Far o'er the monstrous wilderness resound, And cross the gloom darts many a shapeless form, And many a fire-eyed visage glares around. O come, and be once more my guest. And oft with smiles indulgent cheer'd And soothed him into rest. I. 2. Smit by thy rapture-beaming eye Deep flashing through the midnight of their mind, The sable bands combined, Where Fear's black banner bloats the troubled sky, Appall'd retire. Suspicion hides her head, Nor dares th' obliquely gleaming eyeball raise, Despair, with gorgon-figured veil o'erspread, Speeds to dark Phlegethon's detested maze. Lo, startled at the heavenly ray, With speed unwonted Indolence upsprings, And, heaving, lifts her leaden wings, And sullen glides away; I. 3. Ten thousand forms, by pining Fancy view'd, Dissolve - Above the sparkling flood When Phoebus rears his awful brow, From lengthening lawn and volley low The troops of fen-born mists retire. Along the plain The joyous swain Eyes the gay villages again, And gold-illuminated spire While on the billowy ether borne Floats loose lay's jovial measure; And light along the fairy Pleasure, Her green robes glittering to the morn, Wantons on silken wing. And goblins all To the damp dungeon shrink, or hoary hall, Or westward, with impetuous flight, Shoot to the desert realms of their congenial Night. II. 1. When first on Childhood's eager gaze Life's varied landscape, stretch'd immense around, Starts out of night profound, Thy voice incites to tempt th' untrodden maze, Fond he surveys thy mild maternal face, His bashful eye still kindling as he views, And, while thy lenient arm supports his pace, With beating heart the upland path pursues? The path that leads, where, hung sublime, And seen afar, youth's gallant trophies, bright In fancy's rainbow ray, invite His wingy nerves to climb. II. 2. Pursue thy pleasurable way, Safe in the guidance of thy heavenly guard, While melting airs are heard, And soft-eyed cherub forms around thee play Simplicity, in careless flowers array'd, Prattling amusive in his accent meek; And modesty, half turning as afraid, The smile just dimpling on his glowing cheek! Content and Leisure, hand in hand With innocence and Peace, advance, and sing And Mirth, in many a mazy ring, Frisks o'er the flowery land. II. 3. Frail man, how various is thy lot below! To-day tho' gales propitious blow, And Peace soft gliding down the sky Lead Love along and Harmony, To-morrow the gay scene deforms: Then all around The thunder's sound Rolls rattling on through heaven's profound, And down rush all the storms. Ye days, that balmy influence shed, When sweet Childhood, ever sprightly, In paths of pleasure sported lightly, Whither, ah whither are ye fled! Ye cherub train, that brought him on his way, O leave him not midst tumult and dismay; For now youth's eminence he gains: But what a weary length of lingering toil remains! III. 1. They shrink, they vanish into air, Now slander taints with pestilence the gale; And mingling cries assail, The wail of Wo, and groan of grim Despair. Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye Darts quick destruction in each baleful glance; Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy, Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance; Behold, amidst the dire array, Pale wither'd Care his giant-stature rears, And lo, his iron hand prepares To grasp its feeble prey. III. 2. Who now will guard bewilder'd youth Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage! Such war can Virtue wage, Alas! full oft on Guilt's victorious car The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar In lone obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn, Resigns to tears her angel form. Ill-fated youth, then whither wilt thou fly! No friend, no shelter now is nigh, And onward rolls the storm. III. 3. But whence the sudden beam that shoots along? Why shrink aghast the hostile throng? Lo, from amidst Affliction's night, Hope bursts all radiant on the sight; Her words the troubled bosom sooth. 'Why thus dismay'd? Though foes invade, Hope ne'er is wanting to their aid, 'Tis I who smooth the rugged way, I, who close the eyes of sorrow, And with glad visions of to-morrow Repair the weary soul's decay. When Death's cold touch thrills to the freezing heart, Dreams of heaven's opening glories I impart, Till the freed spirit springs on high In rapture too severe for weak mortality.'