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CLXXIII. INVOCATION TO THE MUSE.

Though Helicon! I seldom dream
Aside thy lovely limpid stream,
Nor glory that to me belong
Or elegance or nerve of song,
Or Hayley's easy-ambling horse,
Or Peter Pindar's comic force,
Or Mason's fine majestic flow,
Or aught that pleases one in Crowe—
Yet thus a saucy-suppliant bard!
I court the Muse's kind regard.
“O whether, Muse! thou please to give
My humble verses long to live;”
Or tell me “The decrees of Fate
Have ordered them a shorter date.”
I bow; yet O! may every word
Survive, however, George III.