. Lyrics from a library . Muse, thou hast been my gracious solace long,Making melodious discordant days,Leading my feet adown the pleasant ways Within the precincts of the gates of Song. Thou hast interpreted grim Winters wrong,The vernal wonder, Summers bright displays,The pomp of Autumn; many a varied phase That life reveals with its trans-shifting throng. The rich inheritor through thee am IOf castles, aye, of kingdoms! Every climeAnd age yields something from its treasure-storeFor thee to clothe anew and buried by the tireless hands of TimeThou hast transmuted into magic ore! 3
. Lyrics from a library . Muse, thou hast been my gracious solace long,Making melodious discordant days,Leading my feet adown the pleasant ways Within the precincts of the gates of Song. Thou hast interpreted grim Winters wrong,The vernal wonder, Summers bright displays,The pomp of Autumn; many a varied phase That life reveals with its trans-shifting throng. The rich inheritor through thee am IOf castles, aye, of kingdoms! Every climeAnd age yields something from its treasure-storeFor thee to clothe anew and buried by the tireless hands of TimeThou hast transmuted into magic ore! 36 Ja. You who have quaffed from Aganippes spring,And know the kindling rapture, hail and hear!Your eyes have caught the visionmorning-clear, The poignant, incommunicable thing, That bade you ope your silent lips and sing,Fond and forgetful, and fain but to hearThe music swell and ebb, to you as dear As its own flute-notes to the golden-wing. Be you contented, though on evil days Your paths have fallen when the art of yore So reverenced is held as is a shard;Sing on, sing on, nor falter nor deplore!He to the Muse the truest tribute pays Who finds in song songs most divinereward!
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