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At summer eve, when Heaven’s ethereal bow

Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,

Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,

Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?

Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear

More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?—

’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Thus, with delight we linger to survey

The promised joys of life’s unmeasured way;

Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene

More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;

And every form, that Fancy can repair

From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.

What potent spirit guides the raptured eye

To pierce the shades of dim futurity?

Can Wisdom lend, with all her heavenly power,

The pledge of Joy’s anticipated hour?

Ah, no!

she darkly sees the fate of man—

Her dim horizon bounded to a span;

Or, if she hold an image to the view,

’Tis Nature pictured too severely tr