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Oh! let the muse expand her wing on high, Thy shadowy realms, thy worlds unknown descry; Let her clear eye-beam, flashing lucid light, Chase from thy forms th' involving shades of night; Pierce the dark clouds that veil thy noontide rays, And soar, exulting, in meridian blaze! In bliss, in grief, thy radiant scenes bestow, The zest of rapture, or the balm of woe! For, as the sun-flower to her idol turns, Glows in his noon, and kindles as he burns; Expands her bosom to th' exalting fire, Lives but to gaze, and gazes to admire; E'en so to thee, the mind incessant flies, From thy pure source the fount of joy supplies; And steals from thee the sunny light that throws A brighter blush on pleasure's living rose! To thee pale sorrow turns her eye of tears, Lifts the dim curtain of unmeasur'd years; And hails thy promis'd land, th' Elysian shore, Where weeping virtue shall bewail no more!