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For never yet was mine the proud intent
To give the olden harp a thrilling sound,
Like those great spirits who of late have sent
Their wizard tones abroad, and all around
This wond'rous world have wander'd; and have spent,
In court and camp, on bann'd and holy ground,
Their gleaning glances; and, in hall and bower,
Have learn'd of mortal life the passions and the power:
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