Excerpt from A Royal Pastoral, and Other Poems Invocation. Come, beardless Leader of the Sacred Nine, Unshorn Apollo, from thy heavenly hill, Once more to earth thine influence incline, And burning thoughts into my mind instil. Without thy kindly aid my voice must still Raise scarce an echo the low vales among, And like the purling of a puny rill That hardly glads the mead it creeps along, Without effect or force must flow my nameless song. Resume again thy long forsaken seat, Take up the sceptre thou wast wont to sway, Touch my young lip with accents pure and sweet, And grant me strength stern virtue to obey: Turn not thine ear from my request away, Vouchsafe me power to tune the Lyre Divine, To calm the passions cheer, the weary way, To pay to love the tributary line, To leave a name on earth when I its cares resign. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.