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ON READING OF THE FUNERAL OF THE POET WORDSWORTH.
When, looking eastward forth from Mona's shore,
I saw on peaks that crowned the dim sea-line
Sunlight with sudden revelation pour;
A superadded radiancy, more fine
Than ever mountains from mere sunlight wore,
Above a viewless vale appeared to shine.
Such glory, rock-built Westmoreland, was thine,
Such glory now, alas! is thine no more.
I saw on peaks that crowned the dim sea-line
Sunlight with sudden revelation pour;
A superadded radiancy, more fine
Than ever mountains from mere sunlight wore,
Above a viewless vale appeared to shine.
Such glory, rock-built Westmoreland, was thine,
Such glory now, alas! is thine no more.
Not so! His honoured grave to thee belongs;
The pedestal for an eternal Thought;
Set in its solemn temple fitly wrought
Of waters, clouds, and giant mountain-throngs—
Enriched with what they gave his life and songs,
And by the exalted Spirit unforgot.
The pedestal for an eternal Thought;
Set in its solemn temple fitly wrought
Of waters, clouds, and giant mountain-throngs—
Enriched with what they gave his life and songs,
And by the exalted Spirit unforgot.
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