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'Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico. ' / - HOR.
Dear Long, in this sequester'd scene, / While all around in slumber lie, / The joyous days, which ours have been / Come rolling fresh on Fancy's eye; / Thus, if, amidst the gathering storm, / While clouds the darken'd noon deform, / Yon heaven assumes a varied glow, / I hail the sky's celestial bow, / Which spreads the sign of future peace, / And bids the war of tempests cease.