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 * Till each form shall bring
 * The loveliest of her shadowy throng;
 * And, that soars on sky-lark wing,
 * Carol wild her gladdest song!

O skill'd with magic spell to roll The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul! Breathe thro' thy flute those tender notes again, While near thee sits the chaste-eyed Maiden mild; And bid her raise the Poet's kindred strain In soft impassion'd voice, correctly wild.

In Freedom's dell, Where Toil and Health with mellow'd Love shall dwell,