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(14) I ne’er had ventured e’en to hope for this, Had not the glow I felt at His award, Assured me all was not extinct within :

His whom all honour, whose renown springs up Like sunlight which will visit all the world, So that e’en they who sneered at him at first, Come out to it, as some dark spider crawls Se From his foul nets which some lit torch invades, | Yet spinning still new films for his retreat. Thou didst smile, poet, but can we forgive ?

7 Sun-treader, life and light be thine for ever ! ê, = Thou art gone from us ; years go by and spring Gladdens and the young earth is beautiful, Yet thy songs come not, other bards arise, But none like thee : they stand, thy majesties, Like mighty works which tell some spirit there Hath sat regardless of neglect and scorn, - Till, its long task completed, it hath risen And left us, never to return, and all Rush in to peer and praise when all in vain.

The air seems bright with thy past presence yet,