Fancy`s Wings - Poem by Xelam Kan
How I praise thy sweetness
that ever grows since ancient times
and never failed to bless
From Homer to Cædman
and from Virgil to John
thy fragrance and frolic effect
making man's soul prophetic.
How often you are assumed
In falling rain and in the rising sun,
In joys and in grief, we are blessed
by thy lasting relief.
Ages gone but mortals praising
never eclipsed. O good nature!
Let my fancy to make
my rhymes lasting long.
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