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Rh Inviolate retirement, subject there

To Conscience only, and the law supreme

Of that Intelligence which governs all—

I sing:—"fit audience let me find though few!"

So prayed, more gaining than he asked, the Bard—

In holiest mood. Urania, I shall need

Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such

Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven!

For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink

Deep—and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds

To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.

All strength—all terror, single or in bands,

That ever was put forth in personal form—

Jehovah—with his thunder, and the choir

Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones—