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My heart has thank'd thee, Bowles! for those soft strains,         That, on the still air floating, tremblingly         Wak'd in me Fancy, Love, and Sympathy! For hence, not callous to a Brother's pains Thro' Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went;         And, when the darker day of life began,         And I did roam, a thought-bewilder'd man! Thy kindred Lays an healing solace lent, Each lonely pang with dreamy joys combin'd,         And stole from vain Regret her scorpion stings;         While shadowy Pleasure, with mysterious wings, Brooded the wavy and tumultuous mind, Like that great Spirit, who with plastic sweep Mov'd on the darkness of the formless Deep! [SECOND VERSION] My heart has thank'd thee, Bowles! for those soft strains         Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring         Of wild-bees in the sunny showers of spring! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains Through Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went:         And when the mightier Throes of mind began,         And drove me forth, a thought-bewilder'd man, Their mild and manliest melancholy lent A mingled charm, such as the pang consign'd         To slumber, though the big tear it renew'd;         Bidding a strange mysterious Pleasure brood Over the wavy and tumultuous mind, As the great Spirit erst with plastic sweep Mov'd on the darkness of the unform'd deep.
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