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HE poet has a glorious hold Upon the human heart, Yet glory is from sympathy A light alone—apart; But there was something in thy name, Which touched us with a dearer claim.

The earnest feeling borne to thee Was like a household tie, A sunshine on our common life, And from our daily sky. Thy works are those familiar things From which so much of memory springs.