Tennyson

To Hice, groat niaster of an art divine, All men do homage who thy worlli can knowi for thou haat shown tlmt purity may shinc v ith radiant lustre Uirough the ebbana How Of 11 thé poet's moods- e'cn vhile hia art Portrays all paakms of the human heart. Toet of poets! True, indeed, and well Thou Kust portrayed the buruing thoughts that move All pftssions' utterances - from tho tones that teil Of lui to hale, to Iho fond kiss of love. 'iieath thy trua touch ren-ylemleilt beauty slntu'8, Or hopeless sovrow süs and Midi y pinea. tinture' fond paintnr, how thy funcv glows Witli vifiunx of üiir !loa n Sontberu seas; In mnrainrlttg streaml tho rifp.iDg water flows Wlth oftoüt cadiMii'c, nnd the talmy lreeze, JiiiiiM) with sílices, fans the leafy bowori Uroo. ing n ith fruit, or giirlanded with flow. era. l'.ür Knglish la-vus, and ilelda that stretch av:iv The luaaiVowi sweet with boney-teemlug fiowersí The chaugiiiji glories of the dylng 'Iny, Tlic last brigbt gieam that falls on lofty towfis ; Or grandor scènes, M'hereooeaii-!)i!lou-sRveep And sinks the 811U in ajleudor in the rtcep. ri'liefo:trH'.s.s oice denomn'ed the moBAtroufl crime That raiaed a proufl usurper toa throne; The rauao of the 0]jpres8 in every clime '1 hou hast not ahrunk uor J'carcd to mate ttiine own, And I iberty'.s aweet name hath founl in tlieo A valiaut champiou, ever bold and free. The falsehootly and shams of social life, All tliintrs that men would hidc, to thee are known ; The lust of gain, the ]iride, the seliisli strife, The iH'ac-e that was 110 peace, thou didst disown. Society's dark sins thou dldst portray, And hold ttiem np W Ihe cloar light of day. All moodsare thine; the hero's glorious deeds Shall ever live in thine inmortal lays; Through Beauty's halls thy fancy ever leads; Thy volee ishenrd In sonifs of lofty praiae- It brea t hes of Hopo'sbright dream, of Sorrow'a eigli, And Love, immortal I-ove, that cannot die.