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 226 THE SACRED POET.

Instructs Aurora ; muse, when night to night

Doth show forth knowledge, when the folded flower

Taketh its lesson of the dews that steal

Into its hosom, like the mother's hymn

O'er the tir'd infant ; and thine ear shall drink

A music-tone to solace every wound

That earth has made.

Then strike thy hallo w'd harp For unborn ages, and with trumpet-tone Wake the immortal mind to highest hopes, And be the teacher of what cannot die. Yea, wear thy birth-right nobly on thy brow, And nerve thy wing for God.

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