Me though in life's sequester'd vale

ME THOUGH in life's sequester'd vale

The Almighty Sire ordain'd to dwell,

Remote from glory's toilsome ways,

And the great scenes of public praise;

Yet let me still with grateful pride

Remember how my infant frame

He temper'd with prophetic flame,

And early music to my tongue supplied.

'Twas then my future fate he weigh'd,

And, this be thy concern, he said,

At once with Passion's keen alarms,

And Beauty's pleasurable charms,

And sacred Truth's eternal light,

To move the various mind of Man ;

Till, under one unblemish'd plan,

His Reason, Fancy, and his Heart unite.
-Mark Akenside

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