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* “maker”: medieval term for poet (i.e., constructor of lines, songs, poems, verse, etc.).

Prayer For the Makers

Our pages' dearth decrees our need for death
     when, from time to time, we invoke the Muse
     and she doth not reply (but doth refuse!)
as our quills run dry while we fail for breath
of inspiration. We pray to gods beneath   
     Parnassus that we never waste or lose,  
     but instead acquire, their afflatus,—that ooze
and oil wherewith our lines may flow, enwreath'd
in hallowed tones and framed with solemn rhyme, 
     to honor and magnify the Creator,
the Maker of makers, for all of time:
     for there's no Poet more august or greater!
If the Muse but only inspires, desire   
we words wherewith we may sing as if afire!
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