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Come, Fancy! come, creative pow'r!       That lov'st the tranquil reign of night: Perhaps in such a silent hour, Thy visions charm'd the bard of Avon's sight; Oh, poet blest! thy guiding hand Led him thro' scenes of fairy-land; To him, thy favor'd child, alone, Thy bright, Elysian worlds were shown!

Come, Fancy, come; with lov'd control, Bewitch thy votary's pensive soul! Come, sportive charmer! lovely maid! In rainbow-colored vest array'd;   Invoke thy visionary train, The subjects of thy gentle reign.

If e'er ethereal spirits meet, On earth; to pour their dirges sweet; Now might they hover on the moon-beam pale, And breathe celestial music on the gale.