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THE DUKE OF ARGYLL, K.G., K.T. |
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THE DUKE OF ARGYLL, K.G., K.T.
Argyll, the humblest of the Poets bringsOne tiny leaf of laurel for thy head;
For thou hast walked, with no unequal tread,
Those glorious circuits higher than a King's.
Thy faith hath solved the secret heart of things,
Which none by naked reason's clue have read;
And tracked through Nature's night, the golden thread
That is God's path with awful communings.
Great Thinker, whom the careless world doth yet
Not honour in thy measure as it ought,
Thou hast for future generations wrought;
New systems shall rise up, old systems set
While thine endures, nor is there coronet
So dazzling as thy crown of deathless thought.
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