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TO HAYDON.
Genius creative, industry untired,The power and the capacity of thought
Sublime, to mighty aspirations wrought,
Are thine, by thirst of great achievement fired.
I need not tell thee, Haydon, thou hast felt
The fears, the ecstasies, of daring art,
The heavings and the sinkings of the heart,
At obstacles that oft like vapours melt,
And oft like rocks oppose us. It is thine,
After a warfare silent, but most deep,
To triumph and o'ercome: thy name shall shine
In Fame's unfading record,—like a river
That, having toil'd o'er rocks, is left to sleep
'Mid everlasting hills, and gleams for ever!
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