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The youth at once arose: a placid lake Came quiet to his eyes; and forest green, Cooler than all the wonder he had seen, Lull'd with its simple song his fluttering breast How happy once again in grassy nest!

of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! By the hues Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, While yet our England was a wolfish den; Before our forests heard the talk of men; Before the first of Druids was a child;— Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild, Rapt in a deep prophetic solitude. There came an eastern voice of solemn mood:— Yet wast thou patient. Then sang forth the Nine, Apollo's garland:—yet didst thou divine Such home-bred glory, that they cried in vain, "Come hither, Sister of the Island!" Plain Spake fair Ausonia; and once more she spake A higher summons:—still didst thou betake Thee to thy native hopes. O thou hast won A full accomplishment! The thing is done, Which undone, these our latter days had risen On barren souls. Great Muse, thou know'st what prison Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets