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Bend from thy cloud, thou warlike chief,
With thy blue shield and quiv'ring spear:
Near the grey stone on your brown heath,
Unto my soul, in dreams appear.-

There oh! inspire my ardent soul,
Teach, oh! teach me, thy matchless art,
Which strongest Passion can control,
Or to comparison [melt?] the heart.-

Teach me the tales of other years,
Make me thy Godlike acts to learn,
Teach me the Coward to despise,
Teach me the Hero to discern.

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