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POETIC INSPIRATION.
Constrain not thou the gentle Muse, but takeHer precious favours when they offered come,
And use well that sweet license; else be dumb,
As oaths should, or Discretion; for thy sake;
Lest, putting her to shame, she with thee break!
For without her a cypher all thy sum,
Thy art all trick, mechanic “rule of thumb;”
She adds the “figures” which the value make!
When she is pleased, all common'st sounds and sights
Are inspirations, riches fineless, thy
Own heart a cornucopia of delights.
Then senses hast thou 'bove Humanity;
Canst dive into all depths, ascend all heights,
And hear the World's great pulses audibly!
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