XXIX.
This may not wake the poet’s verse,
This souls of fire may ne’er rehearse
In crowd-delighting voice;
[p22]
Yet o’er the record shall the patriot bend,
His quiet praise the moralist shall lend,
And all the good rejoice.
This may not wake the poet’s verse,
This souls of fire may ne’er rehearse
In crowd-delighting voice;
[p22]
Yet o’er the record shall the patriot bend,
His quiet praise the moralist shall lend,
And all the good rejoice.