But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

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

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.