Southey! whose muse, on wings of fancy bright,
Hath soared aloft, and sung of ancient lore,
Thy 'Retrospect', a vision of delight,
Doth charm my soul, and bid my spirit soar.
Hath soared aloft, and sung of ancient lore,
Thy 'Retrospect', a vision of delight,
Doth charm my soul, and bid my spirit soar.