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NEW POEMS But comes a time when in his might

The man of sceptre or of gold

Is laid upon the marble cold,

And soul within takes hurried flight.

The wondrous man is but a clod

As lowly as the earth he trod.

Far in the realm of the unknown

A little light has found its way

A flicker in the newer day

That hallows round a Godly throne;

Once housed in the Eternal Land

The light perceives the Master Hand.

CLXXII

TO MASTER ANDREW LANG

ON HIS RE-EDITING OF "CUPID AND PSYCHE."

OU, that are much a fisher in the pool

Of things forgotten, and from thence bring up

Gold of old song, and diamonds of dead speech,

The scholar, and the angler, and the friend

Of the pale past, this unremembered tale

Restore, and this dead author re-inspire;

And lo, Oblivion the iniquitous

Remembers, and the stone is rolled away.

And he, the long asleep, sees once again

The busy bookshop, once again is read. 544