TO WORDSWORTH. 235

Whose music thrill 'd my heart, when life was new

That I have seen thy face and heard thy voice,

Is glorious gain : for on the sacred walls

Of the soul's cabinet, where she retires

To muse amid her treasur'd imagery,

Henceforth shall hang thy picture, mild with thought,

And sublimate with genius, ne'er to fade,

Till death shall darken all material things.

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