With blood of mine. O God, vouchsafe him power
When I am dust to stand on this sweet place
And, through the vista of long years, embrace
Without a blush this first Etonian hour!
| [1] | It is with high gratification that we present our readers, this month, with this elegant original poem from the pen of Sergeant Noon Talfourd, of England, the author of “Ion,” and, perhaps, the first living poet of his age. In the letter accompanying the verses he speaks of them as “my last effusion on an occasion very dear to me—composed in view of Eton college after leaving my eldest son there for the first time.” |
THE GOBLET OF LIFE.
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BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.