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.