. Poems . 95 Now the scene shifts to Venice—to a squareGHttering with light, all nations masking there,With light reflected on the tremulous tide,Where gondolas in gay confusion the jest, the song on every side;. 9() To Naples next—and at tlie crowded gate, Where Grief and Fear and wild Amazement wait, Lo, on his back a Son brings in his Sire, Vesuvius blazing like a World on fire!— Then, at a sign that never was forgot, A strain l)reaks forth (who hears and loves it not?) From harp or organ! Tis at parting given, That in their slumbers they may dieam of Heaven; Young voices mi

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. Poems . 95 Now the scene shifts to Venice—to a squareGHttering with light, all nations masking there,With light reflected on the tremulous tide,Where gondolas in gay confusion the jest, the song on every side;. 9() To Naples next—and at tlie crowded gate, Where Grief and Fear and wild Amazement wait, Lo, on his back a Son brings in his Sire, Vesuvius blazing like a World on fire!— Then, at a sign that never was forgot, A strain l)reaks forth (who hears and loves it not?) From harp or organ! Tis at parting given, That in their slumbers they may dieam of Heaven; Young voices mingling, as it floats along, In Tuscan air or Handels sacred song! And She inspires, whose beauty shines in all;So soon to weave a daughters coronal,And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears;—So soon to hover round her full of fears,And with assurance sweet her soul reviveIn child-birth—when a mothers love is most alive! No, tis not here that Solitude is the wide world he only is aloneWho lives not for another. Come what generous man has his companion still;The cricket on his hearth; the buzzing fly,That skims his roof, or, be his roof the sky,Still with its note of gladness passes by:

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