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PC.767.141
10-17 Aug 1767:1181, 1182 (1/30)
. . . [10 lines introduction, dated] Pottsgrove, August 8,
1767.
EVENING. An Elegiac Poem, sacred to Virtue.
Crown'd with the verdures of departed spring,
Where Pottsgrove's spires reflect the evening gleam,
While fancy prompts, I smite the sounding string,
Swift as the glance of Phoebus' setting beam!
. . . [14 verses]
O save us, virtue, in this trying hour,
Thy smiles each dreary phantom can dispel,
Can gild the horrors of the murky bow'r,
And tune to harmony the midnight bell.
. . . [4 more verses]
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