To My Muse
Hark! the sad knell of Hope's departed hour;
At each dull pause it vibrates on my heart!
O! faithful Muse, exert thy wonted power;
Some magic fiction to my mind impart; —
Muse , I will call thee skilful and sublime,
If thou wilt cheer the sombrous brow of Time; —
Ah! that thou couldst was once my proudest boast!
Since then, my Muse, my greatest bliss is lost,
Maternal smiles, that blest each rising morn, —
Maternal , that soften'd every care,
At each dull pause it vibrates on my heart!
O! faithful Muse, exert thy wonted power;
Some magic fiction to my mind impart; —
Muse , I will call thee skilful and sublime,
If thou wilt cheer the sombrous brow of Time; —
Ah! that thou couldst was once my proudest boast!
Since then, my Muse, my greatest bliss is lost,
Maternal smiles, that blest each rising morn, —
Maternal , that soften'd every care,
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