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Thou Power! who hast ruled me through / Infancy's days, / Young offspring of Fancy, ‘tis time we should part; / Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays, / The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.
This bosom, responsive to rapture no more, / Shall hush thy wild notes, nor implore thee to sing; / The feelings of childhood, which taught thee to soar, / Are wafted far distant on Apathy's wing.