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Rh All that inflamed thy infant heart, the love,

The longing, the contempt, the undaunted quest,

All shall survive, though changed their office, all

Shall live, it is not in their power to die.

Then farewell to the Warrior's Schemes, farewell

The forwardness of soul which looks that way

Upon a less incitement than the Cause

Of Liberty endangered, and farewell

That other hope, long mine, the hope to fill

The heroic trumpet with the Muse's breath!

Yet in this peaceful Vale we will not spend

Unheard-of days, though loving peaceful thought,

A voice shall speak, and what will be the theme?

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life,

Musing in solitude, I oft perceive

Fair trains of imagery before me rise,