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WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF IN OSSIAN’S POEMS.
n all that Genius calls its own,
The “Bard of Cona” soars sublime!
And where the Muses’ powers are known,
His fame shall brave the blast of Time!
His was the soft persuasive art!
Whene’er his ringers touched the lyre;
To melt in sympathy the heart,
Or thrill the soul with Glory’s fire.
Unblest with Learning’s ray refined,
He warbled—Nature's favorite child—
His notes bespoke his feeling mind,
Sublimely simple—sweetly wild.
Sweet Poet! while the Muses’ flame
Within my heart enrapturing glows,
That heart shall pay thy honored name
The homage which it justly owes.
1810.
