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SONNET XLVIII.
[Come, Poesy, celestial power, and bring]
1st Oct. 1807.
Come, Poesy, celestial power, and bring
Thy genial train of visionary joys!
Raise my sad heart from sorrow that destroys;
And gnawing cares that check the salient spring
Of genius:—come, and teach me how to sing:
The world by me unenvied with its toys,
The world amused by vanity and noise,
And, pledged to interest, universal king.
Recall the time when Fancy yet was young,
And fresh affection shed the generous tear;
When falsehood was a stranger to my tongue,
And vice, yet undetected, to mine ear,
The dirge of murdered hope had not yet sung:
Oh come, and rescue me from anxious fear!
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