TO THE MUSE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS

GODDESS of the magic lay,
Ever let me own thy sway;
Thine the sweet enchanting art,
To charm and to correct the heart;
To bid the tear of pity flow,
Sacred to thy tale of woe;
Or raise the lovely smile of pleasure,
With sportive animated measure.

"Oh! Goddess of the magic lay,"
To thee my early vows I pay;
Still let me wander in thy train,
And pour the wild romantic strain.
Be mine to rove by thee inspired,
In peaceful vales, and scenes retired;
For in thy path, oh! heavenly maid,
The roses smile that never fade.

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