XLVI

       And many more, whose names on Earth are dark,
       But whose transmitted effluence cannot die
       So long as fire outlives the parent spark,
       Rose, rob’d in dazzling immortality.
       “Thou art become as one of us,” they cry,
       “It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long
       Swung blind in unascended majesty,
       Silent alone amid a Heaven of Song.
Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!”