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VI.
No power above, and none below,
But thou, O love! can thee express;
To thee thy sentiments we owe;
To thee we owe their glowing dress.
No power above, and none below,
But thou, O love! can thee express;
To thee thy sentiments we owe;
To thee we owe their glowing dress.
VII.
Thou canst refine the simple breast,
And to a poet raise a swain;
His humble soul, by thee impressed,
Assumes a warm, exalted strain.
Thou canst refine the simple breast,
And to a poet raise a swain;
His humble soul, by thee impressed,
Assumes a warm, exalted strain.
VIII.
His manners take a nobler turn;
His inspiration we descry;
Upon his cheek we see it burn,
And speak, in lightning, from his eye.
His manners take a nobler turn;
His inspiration we descry;
Upon his cheek we see it burn,
And speak, in lightning, from his eye.
IX.
With such a new, ideal store
Thy dictates fill the rustick mind;
Such oratory shepherds pour,
They leave a Cicero far behind.
With such a new, ideal store
Thy dictates fill the rustick mind;
Such oratory shepherds pour,
They leave a Cicero far behind.
Nay,
