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TO HOMER.
In realms beyond young Story's dusky day,Where but for thee were Chaos' lightless rule,
Thy fresh strong-souled impersonings so fool
The senses, that we yield us to their sway,
And clasp unto our hearts with earnest play
Thy Doric brood, in whose primeval school
Poet or sage is glad to fill a stool,
And grow beneath thy fruitful quenchless ray,
As on thy vast horizon Gods and men
Shame history with the grandeurs of their strife,
Inbreed delight, wrath, wonder, love, and ruth,
And deepen man's outworn fast fading ken
With teachings of the dear religious truth,
That Heaven and earth live intermingled life.
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