Abraham Cowley Quote

Awake, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master's humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she
And I so lowly be
Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.

Poem: A Supplication.

102. A Supplication. A. Cowley. The Golden Treasury[bartleby.com]