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SONNET
TO SIR JAMES BLAND BUR'GES, With the following Romance.
Again my spirit wakes from deep repose,Though deep not joyless; and each faery dream
That Fancy on the pregnant trance bestows,
Bids o'er the page in lasting beauty stream.
But, ah! no dazzling glories shalt Thou find,
Such as illume thy own consummate lay;
No miracles of the effulgent mind
To guide Thee through invention's milky-way:
A shepherd's simple song; of ardent youth
A rude narration, and of love sincere;
Which Nature's mighty self, and virgin Truth,
Instill'd erewhile into his raptur'd ear.
Nor only shall it charm the village train,
If Thou wilt deign to list so low a strain.
Thomas Dermody.
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