Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.