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If it obtain your approbation , I shall be out of doubt , and should be still more assured , could I hear it tried by your voice and finger . ODE TO WISDOM BY A LADY The solitary bird of night Thro ' thick shades now wings his flight , And quits his time-shook tow ` r ; Where , shelter 'd from the blaze of day , In philosophic gloom he lay , Beneath his ivy bow ` r. With joy I hear the solemn sound , Which midnight echoes waft around , And sighing gales repeat . Fav ` rite of Pallas ! I attend , And , faithful to thy summons , bend At Wisdom 's awful seat . She loves the cool , the silent eve , Where no false shows of life deceive , Beneath the lunar ray .