So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
Despair is infidelity and death.
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.