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, noble Arnold, thou didst well to die! Needed but this, that the dark earth should hide The seed, to have the harvest far and wide. Long (with a voice that echoed in the sky) Didst thou pour forth thy fervent prophecy: Vain Seer!—for thou amongst us didst abide;— This world was then thy country;—at our side Thou spak'st scarce heard. But now thou art on high Among the Immortal and Invisible Quire, And straight like thunder (silent till the fire Which caused it dies), thy soul's majestic voice Is rolling o'er the wonder-smitten land; And Truth, that sate in drought, dares to rejoice, Marking that all admire, some understand.