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Hope: who with smiling and commanding air

Hast thrown thine eaglet to the sky,

And bid him soar with steadfast eye,

To claim Jove’s thunder, and to bear

His high behests, with forward wing;

And thou, bright Fancy; powerful to fling

Thy radiant eyebeams thro’ the depths of space,

And there, with keenest energy, to trace

Whatever cold oblivion, with her veil,

Dark mental night, malignant, would conceal,

Receive me, hallowed pair; and bid my rhyme

Disclose the secrets of revolving time.