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In that high country whither thou art gone, / Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers, / The gathered great of many a hundred years! / Few are left like thee -- few, I say, not none, / Else were thy England soon a Babylon, / A land of outcry, mockery, and tears! / Higher than law, a refuge from its fears, / Wast thou, in whom embodied Justice shone. / The smile that gracious broke on thy grand face / Was like the sunrise of a morn serene / Among the mountains, making sweet their awe. / Thou both the gentle and the strong didst draw; / Thee childhood loved, and on thy breast would lean, / As, whence thou cam'st, it knew the lofty place.