O GOD! how sad a doom is mine, To human seeming: Thou hast called on me to resign So much -- much! -- @3all@1 -- but the divine Delights of dreaming. I set my dreams to music wild, A wealth of measures; My lays, thank Heaven! are undefiled, I sport with Fancy as a child With golden leisures. And long as fate, not wholly stern, But this shall grant me, Still with perennial faith to turn Where Song's unsullied altars burn Nought, nought shall daunt me! What though my worldly state be low Beyond redressing; I own an inner flame whose glow Makes radiant all the outward show; My last great blessing! |