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Inscribed in black ink upper right: "5"; in graphite center: "x"; on verso in black ink upper left: "6"; in graphite center: "x"

Lettered on inlaid page: "ODE FOR MUSIC. 137 | Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime, | And nods his hoary head, and listens to the | rhyme. | III. | 'Ye brown o'er-arching Groves, | 'That Contemplation loves, | 'Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! | 'Oft at the blush of dawn | 'I trod your level lawn, | 'Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright | 'In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, | 'With Freedom by my side, and soft-ey'd | 'Melancholy.' | IV. | But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth | With solemn steps and slow, | High Potentates, and Dames of royal birth, | And mitred fathers in long order go: | Great:"; Lettered on verso, on inlaid page: "138 ODE FOR MUSIC. | Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow | From haughty Gallia torn, | And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn | That wept her bleeding Love, and princely | Clare, | And Anjou's Heroine, and the paler Rose, | The rival of her crown and of her woes, | And either Henry there, | The murder'd Saint, and the majestic Lord, | That broke the bonds of Rome. | (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, | Their human passions now no more, | Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb) | All that on Granta's fruitful plain | Rich streams of regal bounty pour'd, | And bad these awful fanes and turrets rise, | To hail their Fitzroy's festal morning come; | And thus they speak in soft accord | The liquid language of the skies. | V."