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REMEMBRANCE.
We know that when Apollo dwelt on earth
Men made him herdsman of their sheep and swine;
A later god, more human, less divine
Found that with them a cross was deemed his worth;
And did the Muses leave their heavenly birth
To chant in lane and highway, they would win
Brief answer, that they best had learn to spin,
Nor make themselves sad whetstones for men's mirth.
Men made him herdsman of their sheep and swine;
A later god, more human, less divine
Found that with them a cross was deemed his worth;
And did the Muses leave their heavenly birth
To chant in lane and highway, they would win
Brief answer, that they best had learn to spin,
Nor make themselves sad whetstones for men's mirth.
These rhymes of mine, wrung forth by weariness
Of weary life among these fools, may bring
Me in my lifetime nothing: let it be.
But God! I pray Thee in after time to bless
Me with some poet-lover who may sing
My name, my lady's and our memory.
Of weary life among these fools, may bring
Me in my lifetime nothing: let it be.
But God! I pray Thee in after time to bless
Me with some poet-lover who may sing
My name, my lady's and our memory.
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