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POEMS OF OCCASION With the new chiaroscuro of things that each way face,

And the in-and-out perspective of their four-dimensioned space.

O, to hear the famed Cantators upraise the mighty chant,

With their bass transposed to the tumbling depth below our octaves scant,

And a tenor of those Elysian notes "too fine for mortal ear,"

Yet tuned to the diapason of this dear old darkling sphere!

And O, to catch but a glimpse of the company thronged around—

The scholars that know it all at last, the poets finally crowned!

There the blithe divines, that fear no more the midnight chimes, sit each

With his halo tilted a trifle, and his harp at easy reach;

There all the jolly Centurions of high or low degree,

This night of nights, as in early time, foregather gloriously,—

Come back, mayhap, from Martian meads, from many an orb come back,

Full sure the cheer they cared for here this night shall have no lack;

For they know the jovial servitors have mingled a noble brew

Of the tipple men call nectarean, the pure celestial dew,

And are passing around ambrosial cakes, while the incense-clouds arise

Of something akin to those earthly fumes not even the Blest despise.

And yet—and yet—could we listen, we might o'erhear them say

They would barter a year of Aidenn to be here for a night and a day; 182