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Quel saint transport m’agite et quel est mon délire !
Un souffle a fait vibrer les cordes de ma lyre ;
O Muses, chastes sœurs, et toi, grand Apollon,
Daignez guider mes pas dans le sacré vallon !
Soutenez mon essor, faites couler ma veine,
Je veux...

If i shall ever win the home in heaven
For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray,
In the great company of the forgiven
I shall be sure to find old Daniel Gray.

I knew him well; in truth, few knew him better;
For my young eyes oft read for him the Word...