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Hail! holy Nine! ye progeny of heav'n!
Daughters of Light and Love! fair as the orb
That opes the soul of day,—whose orient beam,
With tuneful inspiration fraught, ye quaff,
O ever throbbing to your touch divine,
Which paints the vest of Spring with brighter hues,
Her lily's cup in purer white arrays,
Tinges with tenderer pale her cowslip's bell;
And on her rose-buds fresher vermeil throws,
Beats my fond heart!—'Tis ye, who round the sun,
The sun your parent—bind with filial care,
A zone more radiant, and from ye the moon
Borrows a mellower tint, the air a balm
More soft, ocean a greener robe, and earth—
Thro' all her rich domain of wood and stream,
Cloud-piercing mountain, and exuberant vale,
Fantastic water-fall, and vaulted cave,
The glowing powers that gem her central mines,
And ev'ry flow'r which on her surface blooms—
To ye owe grace and beauty—Chief your sway
Th'obedient Passions feel:—Humanity,
Thro' all her wond'rous mazes, to the Muse
Heaps tribute large and holy, catching, charm'd,
Lofty enthusiasm from her raptur'd lyre.
Daughters of Light and Love! fair as the orb
That opes the soul of day,—whose orient beam,
With tuneful inspiration fraught, ye quaff,
O ever throbbing to your touch divine,
Which paints the vest of Spring with brighter hues,
Her lily's cup in purer white arrays,
Tinges with tenderer pale her cowslip's bell;
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Beats my fond heart!—'Tis ye, who round the sun,
The sun your parent—bind with filial care,
A zone more radiant, and from ye the moon
Borrows a mellower tint, the air a balm
More soft, ocean a greener robe, and earth—
Thro' all her rich domain of wood and stream,
Cloud-piercing mountain, and exuberant vale,
Fantastic water-fall, and vaulted cave,
The glowing powers that gem her central mines,
And ev'ry flow'r which on her surface blooms—
To ye owe grace and beauty—Chief your sway
Th'obedient Passions feel:—Humanity,
Thro' all her wond'rous mazes, to the Muse
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Lofty enthusiasm from her raptur'd lyre.
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