‘Thou pratest here where thou art least; This faith has many a purer priest, And many an abler voice than thou. ‘Go
down beside thy native rill,
And
my Melpomene replies,
‘For
I am but an earthly Muse,
‘But
brooding on the dear one dead,
‘I
murmur’d, as I came along,
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