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ASPIRATIONS.
O for the poet's voice and song—
Piercing, yet sweet and clear,
Rich as the cushat's note, yet strong
To reach the great world's ear!
Piercing, yet sweet and clear,
Rich as the cushat's note, yet strong
To reach the great world's ear!
O for the visions that abide
Within the poet's mind,
The thoughts which through his bosom glide
Leaving strange joy behind!
Within the poet's mind,
The thoughts which through his bosom glide
Leaving strange joy behind!
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O for the fruit—immortal fruit
Soiled by no earthly leav'n,
Not fame alone, nor vain repute,
But something caught from heav'n—
Soiled by no earthly leav'n,
Not fame alone, nor vain repute,
But something caught from heav'n—
Assurance that my strain has cheered
One soul, if only one,
And shed on the dark path it feared
A passing glimpse of sun!
One soul, if only one,
And shed on the dark path it feared
A passing glimpse of sun!
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