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They of the daring thought! During and powerful, yet to dust allied— Whose flight through stars, and seas, and depths had sought The soul's far birthplace—but without a guide! Sages and seers, who died, And left the world their high mysterious dreams, Horn midst the olive-woods, by Grecian streams.

But the most lov'd are they Of whom Fame speaks not with her clarion voice In regal halls! the shades o'erhang their way, The vale, with its deep fountains, is their choice, And gentle hearts rejoice Around their steps; till, silently, they die, As a stream shrinks from summer's burning eye.

And these—of whose abode, Midst her green vallies, earth retained no trace, Save a flower springing from their burial-sod,