But ah! how dismal are the Dreams of Care,
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How much of Care do e'en the happiest dream,
And some—hard Fortune theirs—of Care alone.
Forgive me then, ye Wise, who seem awake,
A Midnight Song, and let your Censure sleep;
While Sorrow's Theme, and Contemplation sad,
And Soul-dilating Fancy's pensive Flight
Through Star-crown'd Gloom, I sing; inspir'd by her,
Whom Virtue loves, whom Wisdom; from whose Touch