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Lowell's Last Dream.
Before he entered Heaven's imperial Hall
Where Light and Love and Beauty only reign,
Unto his dying eyes a vision plain
Of kingly people met for festival
Came with triumphant pomp, and clarion call;
And rising up with will to entertain
Those goodly visitants, the courtier's brain
Reeled, and to death's dark arms did Lowell fall.
Where Light and Love and Beauty only reign,
Unto his dying eyes a vision plain
Of kingly people met for festival
Came with triumphant pomp, and clarion call;
And rising up with will to entertain
Those goodly visitants, the courtier's brain
Reeled, and to death's dark arms did Lowell fall.
Not without presage of a royal home,
Where, King of kings and Lord of lords, our God
Crowns the true soul that nobly strives and sings
Of Right and Freedom, did that pageant come;
With sovereign powers he long had made abode,
For men who have the poet's heart are kings.
Where, King of kings and Lord of lords, our God
Crowns the true soul that nobly strives and sings
Of Right and Freedom, did that pageant come;
With sovereign powers he long had made abode,
For men who have the poet's heart are kings.
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