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Congenial Hope! thy passion-kindling power,

How bright, how strong, in youth's untroubled hour!
On yon proud height, with genius hand in hand,

I see thee light, and wave thy golden wand.

"Go, Child of Heav'n! (thy winged words proclaim)

'Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame!

Lo! Newton, priest of Nature, shines afar,

Scans the wide world, and numbers ev'ry star!

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Wilt thou, with him, mysterious rites apply,

And watch the shrine with wonder-beaming eye?
Yes, thou shalt mark, with magic art profound,
The speed of light, the circling march of sound;

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With Franklin, grasp the lightning's fiery wing.

Or yield the lyre of Heav'n another string. 3

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His winged insects, and his rosy flow'rs;

Calls from their woodland haunts the savage train

With sounding horn, and counts them on the plain

So once, at Heav'n's command, the wand'rers came
To Eden's shade, and heard their various name.

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"Far from the world, in yon sequester'd clime,
Slow pass the sons of Wisdom, more sublime;
Calm as the fields of Heav'n, his sapient eye
The lov'd Athenian lifts to realms on high;
Admiring Plato, on his spotless page,

Stamps the bright dictates of the father sage;
• Shall Nature bound to Earth's diurnal span
← The fire of God, th' immortal soul of man ›'

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"Turn, Child of Heav'n, thy rapture-lighten'd eye

To Wisdom's walks,-the sacred Nine are nigh: 150 Hark! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height, From streams that wander in eternal light,

Rang'd on their hill, Harmonia's daughters swell

The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and shell;

Deep from his vaults the Loxian murmurs flow, '

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And Pythia's awful organ peals below.

"Belov'd of Heav'n! the smiling Muse shall shed

Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head;

Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd,

And breathe a holy madness o'er thy mind.
I see thee roam her guardian pow'r beneath,
And talk with spirits on the midnight heath;

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Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came,
And ask each blood-stain'd form his earthly name;

Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell,

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And read the trembling world the tales of hell.

"When Venus, thron'd in clouds of rosy hue, Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew,

And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ,

Sacred to love and walks of tender joy;

A milder mood the goddess shall recal,

And soft as dew thy tones of music fall;

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While Beauty's deeply-pictur'd smiles impart
A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart-
Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain,
And plead in Beauty's ear, nor plead in vain.

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"Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem,

And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream;
To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile—

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile ;—
On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief,
And teach impassion'd souls the joy of grief?

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"Yes; to thy tongue shall seraph words be giv'n, And pow'r on earth to plead the cause of Heav'n : The proud, the cold, untroubled heart of stone,

That never mus'd on sorrow but its own,

Unlocks a generous store at thy command,

Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand.

The living lumber of his kindred earth,

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Charm'd into soul; receives a second birth;

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