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He listened to the mighty lyre of earth, / And learned the lore of soul-compelling song. / He pondered on the rune of right and wrong, / And saw the hearts of men, their woe, their mirth. / In him our vision had a second birth, / For by his words we saw as in some strong / Enchanted lens the conscience of the throng, / The font of ill, the hidden source of worth.
Shall Death claim him, on deathless knowledge reared? / Shall dreams o'ertake the Master of the dream? / Nay, his perfect love that never feared, / His words send through our grief a radiant gleam: / "With Life and Death I walked and Love appeared / And made them on each side a shadow seem. "