George Gordon Noel Byron

Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.

Exhausting thought,
And having wisdom with each studious year.

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

The careful pilot of my proper woe.

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume,
Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom.

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
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Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.