That may have wrestled with the storms of Time
And won the victor’s crown: or, from the page
Of mighty spirits, who have left a deep
And never-failing well of giant thought,
Feeding my flickering lamp of life, nor dream
There is a world elsewhere, but in the visions
The arch-enchanters have raised up for Time!
God’s blessings on ye, noble-hearted men!
How often to this saddened soul of mine
Have ye brought strength and hope! Earth has not