Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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TO MILTON.
Milton! my lip is hallowed by thy name,And my heart beats with silent gratitude,
Yet not allwordless, tho' its voice be crude
And harsh, for such a theme: what was true fame
I asked, and whence the glory of a Name,
And many a darkling oracle upstood,
Pointing to deeds of folly and of blood,
From which the heart recoils in grief and shame.
I turned from these blind leaders of the blind
To thee, and thou from out thy Gloriescloud,
On the Eternal mount of Truth, enshrined,
Didst speak, and Heaven seemed to voice aroud
Its high behest, and say; seek, and thou'lt find,
Fame dwells with Truth and Time, not with the fickle crowd!
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