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Rh He and he only The good can reward, The bad can he punish, Can heal and can save; All that wanders and strays Can usefully blend.

And we pay homage To the immortals As though they were men, And did in the great, What the best, in the small, Does or might do.

Be the man that is noble, Both helpful and good, Unwearily forming The right and the useful, A type of those beings Our mind hath foreshadowed.

 THE GERMAN PARNASSUS.

the shadow Of these bushes On the meadow Where the cooling water gushes, Phœbus gave me, when a boy, All life's fulness to enjoy. So, in silence, as the God Bade them with his sovereign nod, Sacred Muses trained my days To his praise,— With the bright and silvery flood Of Parnassus stirred my blood, 