He stood npon the bridge of sighs, Fast by the vale of tears, And with prophetio visión scanued The swift approaching years. Then up tho heights of fame he chmbed, And from that corpse strewn place He - with the ftght of other days - Looked full in nature's face. Upon the Banda of time he walked, With foofstops quick and light, AïkI with a wreath of glory crowned The moody Ijtow of uight. From dizzy hoights in fancy's land The poet was cal led down. Eis wife with hiaa had lt-ft the hcir, For she had gone to towu. Tho infant yelled. The poet mourned ed through the room, A;:'.", jik. a Spartan, v,-_lcoi!ií.jJ he The ,r-'.'vJi' i rr;ifk of doom.