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100 Seethed in mists of Penmanmaur,

Taught by Plinlimmon's Druid power,

England's genius filled all measure

Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure,

Gave to the mind its emperor,

And life was larger than before:

Nor sequent centuries could hit

Orbit and sum of 's wit.

The men who lived with him became

Poets, for the air was fame.

Far in the North, where polar night

Holds in check the frolic light,

In trance upborne past mortal goal

The Swede leads the soul.

Through snows above, mines underground,

The inks of Erebus he found;

Kehearsed to men the damned wails

On which the seraph music sails.