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ELOQUENCE.
Immortal art! where'er thy votaries dwell,Wit plumes his wings, and Wisdom builds her cell;
Honor, triumphant, spreads his portals wide,
And bids thee enter, welcome to his side;
Truth comes, obedient to thy silvery tone,
And Virtue's voice commingles with thine own.
Lo! at thy call, the radiant sisters meet,
And all the Graces circle at thy feet:
Ten thousand forms around thy pathway shine,
But all their magic light, immortal art, is thine.
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