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NYG(B.730.010
15-22 Dec 1730:22 (269)
Hail happy man! New England's genuine son:
For none but such could write as thou has done.
The heat proceeding from each rattling line,
Despising muses aid, to make them thine;
Proclaims, thy breast is warm'd with hebrew fire;
And heathen Orpheus, never tun'd thy lyre:
Which makes thy song (like musick of the spheres)
So far transcend the reach of mortal ears.
Ah! Bard sublime! may all thy saints agree,
To act most like themselves, and write like thee.
(Poem written to Mr. William Bradford by someone from
Richmond, Dec. 8, 1730, who has a just value for the
Connecticut poetry in the Gazette Numb. 267 and
congratulates the poet on an extraordinary performance.)
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