...ds, the harmonies of the universe. But the golden lyre was not given to my hand, and I am but the prophecy of a poet. Let me use, then, the slow pen. I will make no formal vow to the long-scorned Muse ; I assume no garland; I dare not even dedicate myself as a novice; I can promise neither patience nor energy;— but I will court excellence, so far as an humble heart and open eye can merit it, ...