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SONNET TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.
POET LAUREATE.
Thou! of the wild and wonderous Song! of herGallia's prophetic Maid — of Thalaba —
Of Madoc — and the Goth! — Great Reveller
Both in our hearth's sweet charities, and, ah!
Man's vainest mysteries, sublime and far,
The superstitions stricken sinners fear.
Prolific Mind — spontaneous Muse — bright Star,
In the pure Heaven of Verse benign and clear!
Friend of the Dead! who pierced each scattered scroll,
Preserving to all time the Poet's name,
Of that young, resolute, weak, yet ardent soul,
Which burnt out its own fire, and went in flame
To be renewed above the dulcet pole —
Friend of the Dead! — and this shall be thy fame.
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