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Rh At wisdom's lowly shrine. Yes, they who moved On the high places of the earth, came down To do thee honour, and to comfort thee With an untiring ardour. Say no more That humble merit, fashionless and poor, Hath none to lift it from its upas-shade, And guard its welfare with unswerving zeal Through the long vale of helplessness and age. It is not so. Thy grateful shade responds— It is not so. Farewell. Thy rest shall be In such companionship as thou hast loved, Even from thy being's dawn; pure-breathing plants, Soft melodies of waters and of trees, The brightest, holiest charms of earth and sky; Nor yet unchronicled, or unbeloved Of faithful memory, shall be thy sleep, Meek worshipper of nature and of God.