AWAY with tears and sorrows! bid them cease
To haunt the lofty mansions of thy soul!
Shall serpent tongues disturb its heavenly peace?
Shall puny malice its strong will controul?
The purest bosoms of thy native land
Beat, gentle mourner, to partake thy cares:
O’er Badon’s springs let Hermes wave his wand
And Lethe’s waters intermix with theirs.