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ON READING SIR J. HANMER'S SONNETS.
Great Poet, thou hast scarce yet fledged thy wing,Yet tak'st so wide a sweep of poesy,
That thou art lost already to my eye,
Upsoaring 'bove the Heliconian spring!
Thou need'st no breath of my administering—
Yet, with these few, articulate blasts, would I
Thy bolder flight urge on admiringly,
'Till, larklike, thou far out of sight dost sing!
Sufficient unto me, if I can hear
Thee still, tho' longer able not to see,
Nor bear thee, so far heavenwards, companie—
And, when again to earth thou drawëst near,
My herald-song once more shall welcome thee,
Joying the earth with music from the sphere!
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