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When time has rocked the present age to sleep, / And lighter hearts are lilting to the sway / Of rhythmic poesy's enhanced lay, / Recurring sequences shall fitly keep / Your fame eternal, as they lightly sweep / Aside the curtain to that potent day / When you in primal fervor led the way / Unto Apollo's narrow winding steep.
None shall forget your travail, utter, sore, / That oped the golden avenue of song, / When, like a knight, so errantly you bore / The mantled children valiantly along, / Their homage as a rising incense sweet / Shall permeate the heavens at your feet!