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The Fate Of Genius.
THE FATE OF GENIUS .
" Envy will merit like its s ' : ade pursue . " STRANGER of earth—inmate of heaven—Young GENIUS , at thy birth was given A hand , ivhose nerves are strung by fire , A breath , ivhose melting strain the lyre
Responsive answers , as her strings Echo the soul ' s bright wanderings ; An eye , whose range encircles o ' er The star-wrought sky—the rugged shore ; Earth opes her bosom wide to thee , The varied wonders of the sea ;
The hidden gem , transparent , bright , Illumined in its living light ; Each coral—shell , of lovely hue , Of morning blush , or ocean blue ; Produce of every distant clime , Nurtured by art , or born ivith time ; All that we feel , or dream to be , Fair Genius , still are known to thee .
Tis thine the envied lot to trace Man ' s fever'd , strange , and chequer'd race ; To view him in his desert wild—Creation ' s lord , and Nature ' s child ; Free from the world ' s dissembling guile ,
Free from ' the hollow , cheating smile ; Free from the tongue , whose every tone , Tutor'd by craft , is craft s alone ; Free from each stain or vice that can Distinguish him from social man .
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The Fate Of Genius.
THE FATE OF GENIUS .
" Envy will merit like its s ' : ade pursue . " STRANGER of earth—inmate of heaven—Young GENIUS , at thy birth was given A hand , ivhose nerves are strung by fire , A breath , ivhose melting strain the lyre
Responsive answers , as her strings Echo the soul ' s bright wanderings ; An eye , whose range encircles o ' er The star-wrought sky—the rugged shore ; Earth opes her bosom wide to thee , The varied wonders of the sea ;
The hidden gem , transparent , bright , Illumined in its living light ; Each coral—shell , of lovely hue , Of morning blush , or ocean blue ; Produce of every distant clime , Nurtured by art , or born ivith time ; All that we feel , or dream to be , Fair Genius , still are known to thee .
Tis thine the envied lot to trace Man ' s fever'd , strange , and chequer'd race ; To view him in his desert wild—Creation ' s lord , and Nature ' s child ; Free from the world ' s dissembling guile ,
Free from ' the hollow , cheating smile ; Free from the tongue , whose every tone , Tutor'd by craft , is craft s alone ; Free from each stain or vice that can Distinguish him from social man .