A hallow'd Poets Muse is Th' Holy Dove.
Parnassus th' Empyraean Height Above.
His lofty--soaring Pegasus Christs Love.
Heav'ns Shoure of Grace is his Castalian Spring.
A Seraphin lends Pen from his own Wing.
His Ink is of the best LAMBS purple Die.
To Him Heav'ns Sphere is a vast Librarie.
Rais'd by th' Advantage of th' Eternal Book,
His piercing Eye ev'n into Heav'n does look.
O, what Endeavors can more fruitful be!
What Comforts can we more delightful see!
By which the Poet we an Angel deem;
Yea, GOD to's sacred Muse does Patron seem.
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