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Page 94, note 1. In a fragment of verse on the Poet's gifts he said:—

But over all his crowning grace,
Wherefor thanks God his daily praise,
Is the purging of his eye
To see the people of the sky:
From blue mount and headland dim
Friendly hands stretch forth to him,
Him they beckon, him advise
Of heavenlier prosperities
Than the wine-fed feasters know.

Poems, Appendix.

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