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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

William Cowper

318. To Mary Unwin

MARY! I want a lyre with other strings,

Such aid from heaven as some have feign’d they drew,

An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new

And undebased by praise of meaner things,

That ere through age or woe I shed my wings

I may record thy worth with honour due,

In verse as musical as thou art true,

And that immortalizes whom it sings:—

But thou hast little need. There is a Book

By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light,

On which the eyes of God not rarely look,

A chronicle of actions just and bright—

There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine;

And since thou own’st that praise, I spare thee mine.