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Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,

Made him our pattern to live and to die! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, they watch from their graves!

He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, - He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, not through his presence;

Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre; Deeds will be done, while he boasts his quiescence,

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Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire: Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod,

One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!

Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part-the glimmer of twilight,

Never glad confident morning again!

Best fight on well, for we taught him - strike gallantly,

Menace our heart ere we master his own; 30 Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us,

Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne!

"HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX" (16-)

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;

I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;

"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;

HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away;

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;

Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;

In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;

"Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?" — say,

Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,

While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.