I
If it gleams,the wakeful spirit which the purest
In mine own fill of ecstasy daring to swell
Tho' be the waning night whose fading's blast-
Find anew a song the very latest from my quill
II
Life's timely clock assaying thoughts serene will pose
Let a call,that yet unknown;came and rouse the warmth
Did thaw the frosty heart,nor let a tranquil like ease
If mighty aid to forth I embark a secret faith
III
Let call this Inspiration poised,thus pennoned
For life is free,and must it one adamant still
Whose vivid overwhelming frame can't let shamed
Nor try strain the light from the darkest pole they dwell
IV
As rare immortal arts flash in western mind grit
Will pass the eyes of lurking fancies that it can
Save the will and yield his heedful words to be fit
In some merest verses that may reflect if to scan
V
Oft but n't truth ever seems the long diffused Earth
Whose placid peace seeks the weary bosoms of men
Tends the very work whereon it strengthen himself forth
Caress the passion beads of surely divine ken!
V1
Thoughts,azure thoughts to teem the rain over the green
Where that skipper paints the portrait of life's belief
Whence if assured sprouting buds of fragrance scarce keen
Its dart to traverse,and float above world to lessen the grief-
V11
Stress n't finite;yet when god brakes the power
Of some extend to wander,and earn by torture
Nor learn for ever his wealth must I the admirer
To conserve well,to bury n't trust's to Ignore
V111
By Jove, has now to swim the waves of sunny days
Of delight that the divine guides its magic surge
Will lively be and thirst ponders in all journeys
To him,to where, hoped him and hope to me urge!
