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These blended emblems seem 
True types of Poesy, 
For many a changeful theme, 
Clio! belongs to thee. 
The fan, the good, the sad, 
Alike thy lays inspire; 
In glowing numbers clad, 
Each thrills us from thy lyre! 
Oh, blessed boon of heaven, 
Sweet Poesy! impart 
To me the skill that’s given, 
To touch the generous heart,— 
Rich melody to pour, 
O’er bosoms that I love, 
Awakening thoughts that soar, 
Earth’s darker scenes above; 
And when, life’s struggles done, 
My spirit-flight I wing, 
Oh, be this favor won — 
Thy strains in heaven to sing! 
