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est ns of care,

never, never to despair!

pat charles&039; speed on gs of fire,

the object of his fond desire,

beyond his boldest hopes, at hand:

pat all the triuph of the portnd band;

hark how they lift the joy-eted voice!

and who are these that eally rejoice?

jews, ntiles, what a otley crew!

the iron tears their flty cheeks bedew;

see how unfurled the parchnt ensigns fly,

and prcipal and terest all the cry!

and how their nu&039;ro creditors rejoice;

but jt as hopes to war enjoynt rise,

cry nvalescence! and the vision flies

then next pourtray a dark&039;ng ilight gloo,

eclipsg sad a gay, rejoicg orn,

while proud abition to th&039; untily tob

by gnashg, gri, despairg fiends is borne:

pat ru, the shape of high d[undas]

gapg with giddy terror o&039;er the brow;

va he struggles, the fates behd hi press,

and c&039;ro hell yawns for her prey below:

how fallen that, whose pride te scaled the skies!

and this, like cifer, no ore to rise!

aga pronounce the powerful word;

see day, triuphant fro the night, restored

then know this truth, ye ns of n!

(th ends thy oral tale,)

your darkest terrors ay be va,

your brightest hopes ay fail