A pure sweet spirit, generous and large
Was thine, dear poet. Calm, unturbulent,
Its course along Life’s varying ways it went,
Like some broad river on whose happy marge
Are noble groves, lawns, towns—which takes the charge
Of peaceful freights from inward regions sent
For human use and help and heart’s content,
And bears Love’s sunlit sails and Beauty’s barge.
So brimming, deepening ever to the sea
Through gloom and sun, reflecting inwardly