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ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS.

Soul of the Poet! wheresoe'er,Reclaim'd from earth, thy genius plumeHer wings of immortality:Suspend thy harp in happier sphere,And with thine influence illumeThe gladness of our jubilee.
And fly like fiends from secret spell,Discord and Strife, at Burns's name,Exorcised by his memory;For he was chief of bards that swellThe heart with songs of social flame,And high delicious revelry.
And Love's own strain to him was given,To warble all its ecstasiesWith Pythian words unsought, unwill'd,—Love, the surviving gift of Heaven,The choicest sweet of Paradise,In life's else bitter cup distill'd.
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