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This page contains running verse poetry numbered 134. The text depicts elaborate scenes of luxury and revelry—grand halls with gold, feasting, and music—where various vices (Grandeur, Beauty, Luxury, Apathy) are personified. The poem criticizes the heartlessness of this world, praising instead "Affection's voice divine" as humanity's best treasure. It concludes with an exhortation that this voice should comfort the sad and distressed without being suppressed by selfishness. The verse employs extended metaphors comparing emotional neglect to water being repelled from impervious ground.

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, r h, He spoke, and lo! unnumbered doors unfold, | | And various scenes of reyelry display ; itlivehals Here Grandeur sunk beneath the massive gold; | Here discontented Beauty pined away, iis > a And vainly conscious asked her promised sway | Here Luxury prepared his sumptuous feast, ae. While lurking Apathy behind him lay ai vt To poison all the insipid food he drest, - And shake his poppy crown o’er every sated guest. — The hireling minstrels strike their weary lyre, And slumber o’er the oft repeated strain; « No listless youth to active grace they fire: Here Eloquence herself might plead in vain, Nor one of all the heartless crowd could gain: And thou, oh! sweeter than the Muses song, Affection’s voice divine! with cold disdain Even thou art heard, while mid the insulting throng Thy daunted, shivering form moves timidly along! |. Thus o’er the oiled surface softly slides The unadmitted stream, rapid it flows, | a And from the impervious plain pellucid glides; _. Repulsed with gentle murmurs thus it goes, ‘Tillin the porous earth it finds repose, Concealed and sheltered in its parents breast: Oh! man’s best treasure in this vale of woes! Still cheer the sad, and comfort the distrest, Nor ever be thy voice by selfishness opprest! == ° 2 "comicbooks;com