The realms that hail them now scarce claim’d a name on earth.
XCV.
Wert thou some spirit of a purer sphere
But once beheld, and never to return?
No—we may hail again thy bright career,
Again on earth a kindred fire shall burn!
Though thy least relics, e’en in ruin, bear
A stamp of heaven, that ne’er hath been renew’d—
A light inherent—let not man despair:
Still be hope ardent, patience unsubdued;