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O form'd t' illume a sunless world forlorn, As o'er the chill and dusky brow of Night, In Finland's wintry skies the Mimic Morn[86:2] Electric pours a stream of rosy light,

Pleas'd I have mark'd OPPRESSION, terror-pale, Since, thro' the windings of her dark machine, Thy steady eye has shot its glances keen-- And bade th' All-lovely 'scenes at distance hail'.

Nor will I not thy holy guidance bless, And hymn thee, GODWIN! with an ardent lay; For that thy voice, in Passion's stormy day, When wild I roam'd the bleak Heath of Distress,

Bade the bright form of Justice meet my way-- And told me that her name was HAPPINESS.

January 10, 1795.