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I.
 * Thou the fearless, thou the mild,
 * Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,
 * Ascend the car with me.


 * Do I dream? Is this new feeling
 * a visioned ghost of slumber?
 * If indeed I am a soul,
 * A free, a disembodied soul,
 * Speak again to me.

I am the Fairy : to me 'tis given The wonders of the human world to keep: The secrets of the immeasurable past, In the unfailing consciences of men, Those stern, unflattering chroniclers, I find: The future, from the causes which arise In each event, I gather: not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man; Nor that extatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well-spent day, Are unforeseen, unregistered by me: And it is yet permitted me, to rend The veil of mortal frailty, that the spirit Clothed in its changeless purity, may know How soonest to accomplish the great end