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"Echo to Him Who Complains." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. pp. 123-124.

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[Page 123]

"What power like Laura's scornful eye
  "Awakes the ruthless rage of pain?
"What terror bursting from the sky,
  "Like Love distracts the tortur'd brain? "

IGNOTUS * TO LAURA.

ORACLE, June 25,
    1790.

ECHO

TO

HIM WHO COMPLAINS.

O FLY thee from the shades of night,
  Where the loud tempests yelling rise;
Where horrror wings her sullen flight
  Beneath the bleak and lurid skies.

As the pale light'ning swiftly gleams
  O'er the scorch'd wood, thy well-known form
More radiant than an angel seems,
  Contending with the ruthless storm.

I see the scowling witch, DESPAIR
  Drink the big tear that scalds thy cheek;
While thro' the dark and turbid air,
  The screams of haggard ENVY break.

[Page 124]

From the cold mountain's flinty steep,
  I hear the dashing waters roar;
Ah! turn thee, turn thee, cease to weep,
  Thou hast no reason to deplore.

See fell DESPAIR expiring fall,
  See ENVY from thy glances start;
No more shall howling blasts appall,
  Or with'ring grief corrode thy heart.

See FRIENDSHIP from her azure eye
  Drops the fond balm for ev'ry pain
She comes, the offspring of the sky,
  "TO RAZE THE TROUBLES OF THE brain."

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[Notes were included in the original text by Mrs. Robinson, at the bottom of each individual page. They are given here at the end of each poem. ]

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