Sonnet
TO THE UNDYING SPIRIT OF FREDERICK KLOPSTOCK
Immortal Mind , so bright with beautiful thought,
And robed so fair in loveliest sympathy,
“Thou Christian,” by thy “guardian angel” taught
The master-touches of all melody!
Am not I “one of those” unworthy, sought
By thy rapt soul with “love's prospective eye?”
I feel I love thee, “brother,” as I ought;
Look down and love me too, where'er thou art:
I too am cherish'd by as kind a heart
As beat in “gentle Cidli's” breast divine,
I too can bless the hand which made her mine;
And within me congenial feelings dart,
Whether to glow, or thrill, or hope, or melt,
My soul attuned to thine can feel as thou hast felt.
Immortal Mind , so bright with beautiful thought,
And robed so fair in loveliest sympathy,
“Thou Christian,” by thy “guardian angel” taught
The master-touches of all melody!
Am not I “one of those” unworthy, sought
By thy rapt soul with “love's prospective eye?”
I feel I love thee, “brother,” as I ought;
Look down and love me too, where'er thou art:
I too am cherish'd by as kind a heart
As beat in “gentle Cidli's” breast divine,
I too can bless the hand which made her mine;
And within me congenial feelings dart,
Whether to glow, or thrill, or hope, or melt,
My soul attuned to thine can feel as thou hast felt.
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