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BY THE EDITOR.
A LONELY Man he was, from whom these lays Flow'd in his cloister'd musings: He in scorn Held them, the unfeeling multitude, who born For deeds of nobler purpose, their ripe days Waste amidst fraudful industry, to raise Inglorious wealth. — But He, life's studious morn Gave to the Muse, so best might he adorn His thoughtful brow with never-dying bays. And well the Muse repaid him. She hath given An unsubstantial world of richer fee; High thoughts, unchanging visions, that the leaven Of earth partake not; – Rich then must he be, Who of this cloudless world, this mortal heaven, Possesseth in his right the Sovereignty.
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