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 I seem to meet their least desire, To clap their cheeks, to call them mine. I see their unborn faces shine Beside the never-lighted fire.

I see myself an honour'd guest, Thy partner in the flowery walk Of letters, genial table-talk, Or deep dispute, and graceful jest:

While now thy prosperous labour fills The lips of men with honest praise, And sun by sun the happy days Descend below the golden hills

With promise of a morn as fair; And all the train of bounteous hours Conduct by paths of growing powers, To reverence and the silver hair;

Till slowly worn her earthly robe, Her lavish mission richly wrought, Leaving great legacies of thought, Thy spirit should fail from off the globe;