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107
TRUE PRAISE.
From the same.
When first my feeble verse essay'd
Of heavenly joys to sing,
Fancy was summon'd to my aid
Her choicest stores to bring.
Of heavenly joys to sing,
Fancy was summon'd to my aid
Her choicest stores to bring.
With studied words each rising thought
I deck'd, with nicest art,
And shining metaphors I sought
To burnish every part.
I deck'd, with nicest art,
And shining metaphors I sought
To burnish every part.
Thousands of notions swift did run,
And fill'd my labouring head;
I blotted oft what I begun,—
This was too flat, that dead.
And fill'd my labouring head;
I blotted oft what I begun,—
This was too flat, that dead.
To clothe the sun, no dress too fine
I thought, no words too gay;
Much less the realms that glorious shine
In one eternal day.
I thought, no words too gay;
Much less the realms that glorious shine
In one eternal day.
Meanwhile I whispering heard a Friend,
“Why all this vain pretence?
Love has a sweetness ready penn'd;
Take that, and save expense.”
“Why all this vain pretence?
Love has a sweetness ready penn'd;
Take that, and save expense.”
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