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66 ...... Thus, by blue
Ontario's shore,
While the winds fann'd me, and the waves came trooping toward me,
I sang with the Power's pulsations — and the charm of my theme was upon me,
Till the tissues that held me, parted their ties upon me.
67 And I saw the free Soul of poets;
The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,
Strange, large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.
While the winds fann'd me, and the waves came trooping toward me,
I sang with the Power's pulsations — and the charm of my theme was upon me,
Till the tissues that held me, parted their ties upon me.
67 And I saw the free Soul of poets;
The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,
Strange, large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.
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