(Author Of “Thorndale,” Etc.)

Such courage in so sensitive a frame Had given the world rebuke, but that it came In such light exquisite companionship Of gentle glance and laughter-loving lip That few, beholding, could forebode the force Wherewith that inward current kept its course In wave-like large emotion, calm and free, Towards Truth, the high compelling deity.

So when, obedient to the heavenly guide, Night-long the sea with stedfast-flowing tide Rises along the land and searches o’er Each bay and inlet of its bounding shore, The moving goddess doth her empire trace In lines of silver laughter on its face.

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