From the Edinburgh Magazine.

THE POETIC CHILD.
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Say, then, what would'st thou be!
A poet? Oh, if thou would'st steep
Deep thoughts in ccstacy,
Nor poet Of the rich be thou,


Nor poet of the poor;
Nor harper OF the swarming town,
Nor minstrel Of the moor!
But be the bard of all mankind,


The prophet of all time,
And tempt the saints in Heaven to steal
Earth's truth-crcated rhyme: ...
BE the Columbus Of world


Where wisdom knows not fear
The Homer of a race of men


Who laugh at sword and spear. ..
dvd in thy he~rt thnn seest and fenTst,


If bard indeed thou be,
And thou canst teach the rich and poor


To see themselves in thee. .. ....
God in themselves, and God in thee,
II thou to men canst show,
Thou makest mortals angels here,


Their home heaven below.