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Preludes	A
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I The Song of Songs	B
The pulse of War whose bloody heats	C
Sane purposes insanely work	D
Now with fraternal frenzy beats	C
And binds the Christian to the Turk	D
And shrieking fifes and braggart flags	E
Through quiet England teach our breath	F
The courage corporate that drags	E
The coward to heroic death	F
Too late for song Who henceforth sings	G
Must fledge his heavenly flight with more	H
Song worthy and heroic things	G
Than hasty home destroying war	H
While might and right are not agreed	I
And battle thus is yet to wage	J
So long let laurels be the meed	I
Of soldier as of poet sage	J
But men expect the Tale of Love	K
And weary of the Tale of Hate	I
Lift me O Muse myself above	K
And let the world no longer wait	I
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II The Kites	L
I saw three Cupids so I dream'd	I
Who made three kites on which were drawn	M
In letters that like roses gleam'd	I
Plato Anacreon and Vaughan	M
The boy who held by Plato tried	I
His airy venture first all sail	N
It heav'nward rush'd till scarce descried	I
Then pitch'd and dropp'd for want of tail	N
Anacreon's Love with shouts of mirth	O
That pride of spirit thus should fall	P
To his kite link'd a lump of earth	O
And lo it would not soar at all	P
Last my disciple freighted his	Q
With a long streamer made of flowers	R
The children of the sod and this	S
Rose in the sun and flew for hours	R
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III Orpheus	T
The music of the Sirens found	I
Ulysses weak though cords were strong	U
But happier Orpheus stood unbound	I
And shamed it with a sweeter song	U
His mode be mine Of Heav'n I ask	V
May I with heart persuading might	I
Pursue the Poet's sacred task	V
Of superseding faith by sight	I
Till ev'n the witless Gadarene	M
Preferring Christ to swine shall know	M
That life is sweetest when it's clean	M
To prouder folly let me show	M
Earth by divine light made divine	M
And let the saints who hear my word	I
Say Lo the clouds begin to shine	M
About the coming of the Lord	I
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IV Nearest the Dearest	I
Till Eve was brought to Adam he	W
A solitary desert trod	I
Though in the great society	W
Of nature angels and of God	I
If one slight column counterweighs	T
The ocean 'tis the Maker's law	X
Who deems obedience better praise	T
Than sacrifice of erring awe	Y
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V Perspective	Z
What seems to us for us is true	A2
The planet has no proper light	I
And yet when Venus is in view	A2
No primal star is half so bright	I
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Accepted	I
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I	-
What fortune did my heart foretell	B2
What shook my spirit as I woke	C2
Like the vibration of a bell	B2
Of which I had not heard the stroke	C2
Was it some happy vision shut	I
From memory by the sun's fresh ray	D2
Was it that linnet's song or but	I
A natural gratitude for day	D2
Or the mere joy the senses weave	E2
A wayward ecstasy of life	F2
Then I remember'd yester eve	E2
I won Honoria for my Wife	F2
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II	-
Forth riding while as yet the day	D2
Was dewy watching Sarum Spire	G2
Still beckoning me along my way	D2
And growing every minute higher	H2
I reach'd the Dean's One blind was down	M
Though nine then struck My bride to be	W
And had she rested ill my own	M
With thinking oh my heart of me	W
I paced the streets a pistol chose	T
To guard my now important life	F2
When riding late from Sarum Close	T
At noon return'd Good Mrs Fife	F2
To my The Dean is he at home	I2
Said No Sir but Miss Honor is	T
And straight not asking if I'd come	J2
Announced me Mr Felix Miss	T
To Mildred in the Study There	K2
We talk'd she working We agreed	I
The day was fine the Fancy Fair	K2
Successful Did I ever read	I
De Genlis Never Do She heard	I
I was engaged To whom Miss Fry	-
Was it the fact No On my word	I
What scandal people talk'd Would I	-
Hold out this skein of silk So pass'd	I
I knew not how much time away	D2
How were her sisters Well At last	I
I summon'd heart enough to say	D2
I hoped to see Miss Churchill too	A2
Miss Churchill Felix What is this	T
I said and now I find 'tis true	A2
Last night you quarrell'd Here she is	T
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III	-
She came and seem'd a morning rose	T
When ruffling rain has paled its blush	L2
Her crown once more was on her brows	T
And with a faint indignant flush	L2
And fainter smile she gave her hand	I
But not her eyes then sate apart	I
As if to make me understand	I
The honour of her vanquish'd heart	I
But I drew humbly to her side	I
And she well pleased perceiving me	W
Liege ever to the noble pride	I
Of her unconquer'd majesty	W
Once and for all put it away	D2
The faint flush pass'd and thereupon	M
Her loveliness which rather lay	D2
In light than colour smiled and shone	M
Till sick was all my soul with bliss	T
Or was it with remorse and ire	G2
Of such a sanctity as this	T
Subdued by love to my desire	H2

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