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Rh A greater spirit bids thee forth

Than the gray dreams which thee detain.

Mark how the climbing Oreads

Beckon thee to their arcades!

Youth, for a moment free as they,

Teach thy feet to feel the ground,

Ere yet arrives the wintry day

When Time thy feet has bound.

Accept the bounty of thy birth,

Taste the lordship of the earth.'

I heard, and I obeyed,—

Assured that he who made the claim,

Well known, but loving not a name,

Was not to be gainsaid.

Ere yet the summoning voice was still,

I turned to Cheshire's haughty hill.

From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed,

Like ample banner flung abroad

To all the dwellers in the plains