Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, br Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; br Come, with the magic of thy meek controul, br And check the wayward wand'rings of my mind: br Estrang'd from thee, no solace can I find, br O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole, br Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll-- br So the smooth Sea obeys the furious wind! br In vain Philosophy unfolds his store, br O'erwhelm'd is ev'ry source of pure delight; br Dim is the golden page of wisdom's lore; br All nature fades before my sick'ning sight: br For what bright scene can fancy's eye explore, br 'Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night?br br Mary Darby Robinsonbr br