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Rh Alone should glisten in the poet's hair; Yet did himself, with spirit unreclaimed From first allegiance to those early gods, Lead up to Golgotha's most awful height With more than epic pomp the new Crusade, But let him range the bright angelic host On either hill—no matter. By his grave All gentle hearts should bow them down and weep For where a hero and a saint have died, Or where a poet sung prophetical, Dying as greatly as they greatly lived, To give memorial to all after-times, Of lofty worth and courage undismayed; There, in mute reverence, all devoutly kneel, In homage of the thorn and laurel wreath, That were at once their glory and their pang!

 THE NEW LOVE. 