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AD MUSAM, by                    
First Line: O muse, we are so many! Everywhere
Last Line: Return again tomorrow.


O Muse, we are so many! Everywhere
The land seems full of us; and thou couldst spare
The most, no doubt, completely;
Ay, were the tuneful tribe all swept away—
Such folk we are!—the people, I dare say,
Would take it very sweetly.

But still we sing, or chirp, or utter some wild call,
And hover around thy golden mountain,—all,
From eagles down to swallows.
O Muse, thou must be weary! Dared I ask
Thy benediction on so slight a task,
I'd ask about as follows:

Blow hitherward a little breath of song;
Don't blow too powerful, nor blow too long;
And, in the strain I borrow,
Set two or three sweet notes that on the air
Will not die wholly, but will unaware
Return again tomorrow.





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