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192 LOSS AND GAIN.

runs before the Muse,

And defies her skill;

She is rapt, and doth refuse

To wait a painter's will.

Star-adoring, occupied,

Virtue cannot bend her

Just to please a poet's pride,

To parade her splendor.

The bard must be with good intent

No more his, but hers;

Must throw away his pen and paint,

Kneel with worshippers.