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Not from a heart at easeBled this pure passion.Honor he served the whileLoud tongues decried him,Beauty the more becauseMuch was denied him;Pan in the darkness laidPaths for his roaming,Thorn-branch and rue were cutFor his home-coming.
IIILifeblood and spirit-fireWent to its making:Who knows what planet ruledAt its awaking?Plenty may starve a soul,Dearth feed another,Joy bring to one the giftGrief gives his brother;One finds a CalvaryIn Eden-places,One builds all beauty fromBeauty's faint traces . . . .Weal-star or bale-star mayPilot the roaming,Yet will a singer's heartSing at home-coming.
Mrs. Schuyler Van RensselaerThe North American Review

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