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TO FANCY.
Oh! thou visionary Queen,
I love thy wild and fairy scene,
Bid for me thy landscape glow;
To thee my first effusions flow.
I court the dreams that banish care,
And hail thy palace of the air.
Oh! bless thy youthful poet's hours,
And let me cull thy sweetest flowers.
Ever can thy magic please,
And give to care a transient ease.
View the poor man toiling hard,
Of the joys of life debarr'd,
Thy power his lovely dream will bless,
In thy brightest rainbow dress;
With flattering pleasures round him smile,
In soft enchantment for a while.
Thy dear illusions melt away;
Ye heavenly visions, why decay!
Oh! thou visionary maid,
Form'd to brighten life's dark shade,
Let me soar with thee on high,
To realms of immortality!
