Cave of Poverty, The - Part 120
O Goddess, from the gloomy Shades recal
Some noble Genius, thou did'st erst inspire;
Or strike some Living Virtue with thy Thrall,
And to thy Praises tune his warbling Lyre;
Then shall thy Glories bloom, for ever gay,
And thy Cave live, till Time itself decay.
Some noble Genius, thou did'st erst inspire;
Or strike some Living Virtue with thy Thrall,
And to thy Praises tune his warbling Lyre;
Then shall thy Glories bloom, for ever gay,
And thy Cave live, till Time itself decay.
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