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Depart! elsewhere another servant choose.

What! shall the bard his godlike power abuse?

Man's loftiest right, kind nature's high bequest,

For your mean purpose basely sport away?

Whence comes his mastery o'er the human breast,

Whence o'er the elements his sway,

But from the harmony that, gushing from his soul,

Draws back into his heart the wondrous whole?

With careless hand when round her spindle, Nature

Winds the interminable thread of life;

When 'mid the clash of Being every creature

Mingles in harsh inextricable strife;

Who deals their course unvaried till it falleth,

In rhythmic flow to music's measur'd tone?

Each solitary note whose genius calleth,

To swell the mighty choir in unison?

Who in the raging storm sees passion low'ring?

Or flush of earnest thought in evening's glow?

Who every blossom in sweet spring-time flowering

Along the loved one's path would strow?

Who, Nature's green familiar leaves entwining,

Wreathes glory's garland, won on every field?

Makes sure Olympus, heavenly powers combining?

Man's mighty spirit, in the bard reveal'd!