Hark! the woods are carolling!
“May it be given me to outstay death—
If I but keep so much of life as breath
To tell, my Prince, your deeds! My theme, not I,
Will Orpheus and Linus in song defy,
Though Muse-Mother, and God-Sire
Stand by, and their sons inspire.
Nay, I range in Arcady; and should Pan
Grace by a challenge on the pipe a man,
I must take up the glove—the meanest clod,