The Poet's Mission [pp. 257-258]

THE POE rS MIssIO. 2 5 7
THE POET'S MISSION.
0, DREAMER by the river,
Communing with the wave,
O'er whom the aspens quiver,
Whose feet the waters lave;
From shady glen and by-way,
Where thou hast lingered long,
Come up into life's highway
Where weary toilers throng.
VoL. XXXI. —x7
For thou hast walked with Duty
At morn and evening shade,
And "bathed thy feet in beauty"
In many a dewy glade.
From crowded haunts retreating
Thy soul hath dwelt apart,
And listened to the beating
Of Nature's mother-heart.
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