. Lyrics from a library . 35. 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 or

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. Lyrics from a library . 35. 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

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