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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1122 K093079.001 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. I. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 162-163. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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TO — . BY THE SAME . HOW sweet the calm of this sequester'd shore , Where ebbing waters musically roll : And Solitude and silent Eve restore The philosophic temper of the soul . The sighing gale , whose murmurs lull to rest The busy tumult of declining day , To sympathetic quiet soothes the breast , And every wild emotion dies away . Farewell the objects of diurnal care , Your task be ended with the setting sun : Let all be undisturb'd vacation here , While o'er yon wave ascends the peaceful Moon . What beauteous visions o'er the soften'd heart , In this still moment all their charms diffuse , Serener joys and brighter hopes impart , And chear the soul with more than mortal views . Here faithful Memory wakens all her powers , She bids her fair ideal forms ascend , And quick to every gladden'd thought restores The social virtue , and the absent friend . Come ******* , come , and with me share The sober pleasures of this solemn scene , While no rude tempest clouds the ruffled air , But all , like thee , is smiling and serene . Come , while the cool , the solitary hours Each foolish care , and giddy wish controul , With all thy soft persuasion's wonted powers , Beyond the stars transport my listening soul . Oft , when on earth detain'd by empty show , Thy voice has taught the trifler how to rise ; Taught her to look with scorn on things below , And seek her better portion in the skies . Come : and the sacred eloquence repeat : The world shall vanish at its gentle sound , Angelic forms shall visit this retreat , And opening heaven diffuse its glories round .