GODDESS supreme! whose power divine
The yielding Passions all obey,
On me, O! with thy influence shine!
O! send a spark to fire each lay!
A soul by nature form'd to feel
Grief sharper than the tyrants steel,
And bosom big with swelling thought,
From ancient lore's remembrance brought,
Prompt me with pinions bold my way to wing,
And like the sky-lark at heaven's gate to sing.