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FRAGMENT.
AN INVOCATION.
Come then, Celestial Power, whate'er thou art,Sole, secret Mover of the poet's heart!
Pervade, great Spirit thou! my every sense,
Rain on me thy selectest influence!
I feel, I feel thy magic touch apply,
And my soul bounds elated, as on high
Springs the freed bird from her captivity.
Bear me aloft, thou Muse to whom 'tis given
To tread the star-paved palaces of heaven;
Nerve my young wing, instruct me how to rise,
Seize all my thought, and lift me to the skies!
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