And watched a broadening Future grow
More gorgeous than the burning west—
The vision (ah, too soon to fade!)
Of splendours,—honour, virtue, truth,—
That o’er his life its magic laid,85
And godlike purpose waked in youth;
He who with languid pulse can view
The scenes where first he quaffed the springs
Of Hope and Knowledge, whence he drew
The strength to soar with fearless wings,90