A MORNING SOLILOQUY ON DEAFNESS. Thomas Powys Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1137 K093079.004 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 147-149. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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A MORNING SOLILOQUY ON DEAFNESS . BY — . NATURE ! thy genial call I hear , Which wakes the morn and me , And seems to strike upon my ear , Tho' deaf to all but thee : To me the hours in silence roll away ; No music greets the dawn , or mourns the close of day . To me the sky-larks , pois'd aloft , In silence seem to play , And hail no more in warblings soft The rising dawn of day ; For me in vain they swell their liquid throats , Contemplative I muse , nor hear the jocund notes . To me the shepherd pipes in vain , In vain the milkmaid sings ; Lost are the bleatings of the plain , The gurgling of the springs ; No more I hear the nightingale complain , When to the moon she chaunts her sad love-labour'd strain . And when with me Lucinda strays Along the breezy grove , In transport on her charms I gaze , And think she talks of love : Ah ! cease , dear maid , to talk of love in vain , For smiles alone to me the voice of love explain . Pygmalion thus , when he survey'd The work his hand had form'd , Enamour'd wish'd to see the maid With mutual passion warm'd , And as he woo'd his ear he oft inclin'd , Whilst yet no voice of love reliev'd his anxious mind . Cease thy complaints ( methinks ev'n now The voice of Reason cries ) Dispel the gloom that clouds thy brow , Suppress the heaving sighs : What Fate decrees 'tis folly to bewail ; Weigh then the good and ill in Wisdom's equal scale . No more in Friendship's thin disguise Shall Flattery soothe thine ear , Experienc'd kindness makes thee wise , To know thy friend sincere ; No more shalt thou attend to Faction's cries , The taunts of jealous Pride , or Envy's blasting lyes . No more shall now thy mind be tost By every breath of praise ; No more thy reason shall be lost In controversy's maze ; Thou safe thro' life's sequester'd vale shalt go , And learn from Nature's works her wise decrees to know .