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Yet--for the kindly Mother may not quit Her cloistered sanctuary, where from the height Of scholarship’s remoteness day and night She strains truth’s fabric--it is those who sit A season at her feet, and learn to fit Their spirits to her own, who must requite These lofty cares, and carry out the light, And serve it round, and tend its burning, lit. But thine, O Kindly Mother, first to prove Thy ministers, and having chosen, tune, Bringing thy spirit o’er them, till they move Like one at thy behest--as to the moon, Passing soft influence from the quiet skies, The oceans with their weight of waters rise.

HESEPE, 16th June