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XXXV.
To
Fortitude
.
NYMPH
of
the
rock
!
whose
dauntless
spirit
braves
The
beating
storm
,
and
bitter
winds
that
howl
Round
thy
cold
breast
;
and
hear'st
the
bursting
waves
,
And
the
deep
thunder
with
unshaken
soul
;
Oh
come
!
and
shew
how
vain
the
cares
that
press
On
my
weak
bosom
—
and
how
little
worth
Is
the
false
fleeting
meteor
,
Happiness
,
That
still
misleads
the
wand'rers
of
the
earth
!
Strengthen'd
by
thee
,
this
heart
shall
cease
to
melt
O'er
ills
that
poor
Humanity
must
bear
;
Nor
friends
estrang'd
,
or
ties
dissolv'd
be
felt
To
leave
regret
,
and
fruitless
anguish
there
:
And
when
at
length
it
heaves
its
latest
sigh
,
Thou
,
and
mild
Hope
,
shall
teach
me
how
to
die
!