 | The Poetry of Real Life |  |
ON IMAGINATION.
Imagination, godlike faculty,When unto ministering Reason brought
To yield obedience, and wings to Thought!
To Thought, who, without thee, can not soar high
Enough to be sublimed to poesy—
Thou art the inspiring heat from heaven caught,
In which the dross of earth is fused, and wrought
To shapes of beauty, worthy of the sky.
Thou art the poor man's treasure—thou canst turn
The stones in sunshine on the road to gold—
And make his heart e'en at a daisy yearn—
While Earth her cornucopia seems to hold
For him, and all its riches manifold,
When but an ear of corn he can discern!
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