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 LLUSTRIOUS autocrats of taste! Inspectors of the wonders traced
 * By pencil, brush, or chisel!

Accept a nameless poet’s lay, Who longs to twine a sprig of bay
 * Around his penny whistle.

Ye learned and enlightened few Who keep the portal of virtu,
 * I pray you now unlock it,

And grant a peep, for all my pains, Within your oil-bedaubed domains, The Dome where now the poor in brains
 * Succeed the poor in pocket.

All honored be the rich repast At which the sage decree was past
 * Of pauper health so tender,

Which sent the beggars to Bellevue, And left the classic fame to you
 * And Scudder’s Witch of Endor.