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 The Citadel unconquer'd, and in joy Was strong to follow the delightful Muse. For not a hidden Path, that to the Shades Of the belov'd Parnassian forest leads, Lurk'd undiscover'd by him; not a rill There issues from the fount of Hippocrene, But he had trac'd it upward to its source, Thro' open glade, dark glen, and secret dell, Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, and cull'd Its med'cinable herbs. Yea, oft alone, Piercing the long-neglected holy cave, The haunt obscure of old Philosophy, He bade with lifted torch its starry walls Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame Of od'rous Lamps tended by Saint and Sage. O fram'd for calmer times and nobler hearts! O studious Poet, eloquent for truth! Philosopher! contemning wealth and death, Yet docile, childlike, full of Life and Love! Here, rather than on monumental stone, This record of thy worth thy Friend inscribes, Thoughtful, with quiet tears upon his cheek.