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Rh For scions to come, whose sworded thoughts strike deeper Than any we have known. Not for ourselves alone ! Not for ourselves alone ! O spirit, overgrown With tangled wrongs and strange confusions, bruising The wings of thy first faith, take courage, losing Thyself to find thyself, in patience choosing This watchword as thine own, — Not for ourselves alone !

O a lonely lake 'mid the high hills hidden, In the golden hush of the afternoon, A poet came, as a guest long bidden, With dust -dimmed raiment and wayworn shoon. Sly Time had stolen his cheeks' first flushes; As the early dawning his brow was wan; And his sudden steps from the silent rushes Scared the swan. For when before had the wild swan hearkened The falling foot of a human guest?