Classic Poem

O Love! my drooping Genius raise
Beyond these Organs Sight;
So high from Earth now let me soar,
That this dull World may be discern'd no more,
But lost in Streams of Light.
O mighty Love! my Genius raise;
New Tune my Lyre, refine my Lays;
Teach me thy wondrous Works to praise,
And to adore thy Might.
With lofty Thoughts, with heav'nly Fire,
Do thou my humble Muse inspire,
That she an Hymn may sing,
Unto the God of Love, unto th' Almighty King!