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INVOCATION TO THE SPIRIT SAID TO HAUNT WROXALL DOWN, by                    
First Line: The solemn moon-beams fall, soft dews distill
Last Line: Show me what spirits are, and tell me what they feel.
Alternate Author Name(s): Moncrieff, Mary F. Johnson


The solemn moon-beams fall, soft dews distill,
While now in pensive mood I lonely walk;
Come sullen spirit of the breezy hill,
Convince a skeptic, and before me stalk.
Skimm'st thou by night the heath's impurpled bloom,
To view the rocks abrupt, and white sailed bark,
While Luna's rays the sea and coast illume,
Gilding stacked farm, woods, meads, and mansioned park?
Wast thou a bard enkindling martial rage?
Wast thou a mighty chief in combat slain,
Still doomed to haunt this once embattled stage,
And guard the barrowed urns from aught profane?
Come, what thou wast, and what thou art reveal,
Show me what spirits are, and tell me what they feel.





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