Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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FANCY.
Fancy, sweet Fancy, Balm of every Woe,Binder of broken Hearts! who liv'st for aye
'Mid Pleasures flown, or Hopes of future Day:
Thou, unto whom the Present, this dark Now,
Is but a Point, a Restingplace below,
On which thy wingëd Feet but seldom lay
Their airy Weight, like Bird upon a Spray,
But with more boyant Spring, from all Earth's low,
Dull Cares to soar, to that Eternity
Of Thought and Hope, thro' which thou lov'st to wing
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Thy wonted Aid now grant: around me fling
Thy Magicmantle, bear me up on high,
To where my loved Ones with the Angels sing!
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