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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, D.C.L.,
POET LAUREATE, ETC. ETC.
A NEW EDITION.
Then, to the measure of that heaven-horn light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content:—
The star's pre-eminent in magnitude,
And they that from the zenith dart their beams,
(Visible though they he to half the earth,
Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightne
Are yet of no diviner origin,
No purer essence, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge
Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem
Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees;
All are the undying offspring of one Sire:
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.