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Grant him, in notes that, like thy soft control,
Allure attention, and possess the soul;
Grant him to shew, in luminous display,
The mystic wonders of thy secret sway!
Now, at the sight of the presiding power,
Wide spread the gates of a stupendous tower,
On whose firm height, commanding Nature's bound,
The faithful warder of the sort they found,
Wakeful Intelligence, a trusty sprite,
Whose eyes are piercing as the solar light,
And ever on the watch to sound alarm,
If aught of dusky hue, portending harm,
Should, in defiance of her mandate, dare
Approach the palace of th' imperial fair.
Within his ward, magnificently great,
Lies the rich armoury that guards her state.
Here stands Conviction's strong and lucid spear,
Whose touch annihilates suspense and fear;
Here, Truth's usullied adamantine shield,
Which, save Sophrosyne, no power can wield:
Allure attention, and possess the soul;
Grant him to shew, in luminous display,
The mystic wonders of thy secret sway!
Now, at the sight of the presiding power,
Wide spread the gates of a stupendous tower,
On whose firm height, commanding Nature's bound,
The faithful warder of the sort they found,
Wakeful Intelligence, a trusty sprite,
Whose eyes are piercing as the solar light,
And ever on the watch to sound alarm,
If aught of dusky hue, portending harm,
Should, in defiance of her mandate, dare
Approach the palace of th' imperial fair.
Within his ward, magnificently great,
Lies the rich armoury that guards her state.
Here stands Conviction's strong and lucid spear,
Whose touch annihilates suspense and fear;
Here, Truth's usullied adamantine shield,
Which, save Sophrosyne, no power can wield:
