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"To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart," Hold, hold! that's not my cue, we’ve no intention By "tender strokes" to sharpen girls' invention: The soul will waken time enough, ne'er fear; No lines shall rouse the slumbering passions here. O! ever sacred be the deep repose Which Youth, on Innocence' pure bosom, knows; Before a wish, a throb, a care, have taught The pangs of feeling or the lines of thought.