And would implore, with deep humility,
Thy blessing. May my labours and mine aim
Prove no abortion, but repay with fruit;
And, above all things, may thy Spirit dwell
Within my heart, form it to purity,
And sanctify it as thine own abode.
1840
Love of the Lyre.
O! I’ll be a poet! I must! I will!
To tune the Lyrical harp,