Xxiii. I Love The Lyric Muse! For When Mankind Ran Wild In Groves, Came Holy Orpheus With His Songs And Turned Men'S Hearts From Bestial Loves, From Brutal Force And Savage Wrongs; Came Amphion, Too, And On His Lyre Made Such Sweet Music All The Day That Rocks, Instinct With Warm Desire, Pursued Him In His Glorious Way. I Love The Lyric Muse! Hers Was The Wisdom That Of Yore Taught Man The Rights Of Fellow-Man-- Taught Him To Worship God The More And To Revere Love'S Holy Ban; Hers Was The Hand That Jotted Down The Laws Correcting Divers Wrongs-- And So Came Honor And Renown To Bards And To Their Noble Songs. I Love The Lyric Muse! Old Homer Sung Unto The Lyre, Tyrtaeus, Too, In Ancient Days-- Still, Warmed By Their Immortal Fire, How Doth Our Patriot Spirit Blaze! The Oracle, When Questioned, Sings-- So We Our Way In Life Are Taught; In Verse We Soothe The Pride Of Kings, In Verse The Drama Has Been Wrought. I Love The Lyric Muse! Be Not Ashamed, O Noble Friend, In Honest Gratitude To Pay Thy Homage To The Gods That Send This Boon To Charm All Ill Away. With Solemn Tenderness Revere This Voiceful Glory As A Shrine Wherein The Quickened Heart May Hear The Counsels Of A Voice Divine!