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PLATO.
Another god-like son, O glorious land,Athens, glad mother of a mighty line,
In foremost rank of thine immortal band,
Wise, great, and good, unchallenged takes his stand,
Plato the master, Plato the divine:
For that, unveil'd before his favour'd eyes,
Truth's everlasting dawn serenely rose
Glimmering from the windows of the skies,
And gold-bedropping, like the sun on streams,
The river of his rich poetic prose;
Yet clouded much by fancy's misty dreams,
That eloquence an Alpine torrent flows,
And thy strong mind, dim with ideal schemes,
Stands a stone mountain crown'd with melting snows.
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