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When, long ago, the daring of my youth / Drew nigh thy greatness with a little thing, / Thou didst receive me; and thy sky of truth
Has domed me since, a heaven of sheltering, / Made homely by the tenderness and grace / Which round thy absolute friendship ever fling
A radiant atmosphere. Turn not thy face / From that small part of earnest thanks, I pray, / Which, spoken, leaves much more in speechless case.
I see thee far before me on thy way / Up the great peaks, and striding stronger still; / Thy intellect unrivalled in its sway,
Upheld and ordered by a regnant will; / Thy wisdom, seer and priest of holy fate, / Searching all truths its prophecy to fill;
But this my joy: throned in thy heart so great, / High Love is queen, and sits without a mate.