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Shades of the prophet-bards! majestic train, Who seiz'd the harp from Inspiration's fane, And, fir'd, and guided by divine control, Woke ev'ry chord to rapture and to soul! Shades of the prophet-bards! in days of old, Whose gifted hands the leaf of fate unroll'd; Whose prescient eyes, undimm'd by age or tears, Explor'd the avenue of distant years; Did those blest eyes th' enchanted scene survey, Of smiling concord's universal sway? And did your hearts with joy exulting burn, To see her Paradise on earth return?