Song. In the Islanders

Passion is a torrent rude,
Which rapid bears down every height,
A turbulent, unruly flood,
Which with the ocean would unite.

Reason's a fountain, calm, serene,
Which, near gay fields, and laughing bow'rs,
While it reflects th' enchanting scene,
Is borne among a bed of flowers.
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