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O run o'er better waters hoists its sail

The little vessel of my genius now,

That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;

And of that second kingdom will I sing

Wherein the human spirit doth purge itself,

And to ascend to heaven becometh worthy.

But let dead Poesy here rise again,

O holy Muses, since that I am yours,

And here Calliope somewhat ascend,

My song accompanying with that sound,

Of which the miserable magpies felt

The blow so great, that they despaired of pardon.

Sweet color of the oriental sapphire,

That was upgathered in the cloudless aspect

Of the pure air, as far as the first circle, 1