The Laureate

Poet o soul! hast thou within thy wing the raise
That nature doth disown, with complete color
The enlightening beat of Heaven's plausive royalty
As the clouds in their nudity softly sensate
Uplift the sordid earth from dark slumBer
And deviate spirits mystic wooB
Creat animations about the hidden angles
Regulate love, in lofty nobles helm,
Conquer, but to unconquer selfs tomb
Knight the command of universal thought
Thou who art the stream of souls flow.
O Lyre ne'er can'st thou forgive praise
For joy Hides its stupendous coverings
The quality of senses creat and overthrow

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