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Place me once more my daughter where the sun	A
May shine upon my old and time worn head	B
For the last time perchance My race is run	A
And soon amidst the ever silent dead	B
I must repose it may be half forgot	C
Yes I have broke the hard and bitter bread	B
For many a year and with those who trembled not	C
To buckle on their armor for the fight	D
And set themselves against the tyrant's lot	C
And I have never bowed me to his might	D
Nor knelt before him for I bear within	E
My heart the sternest consciousness of right	D
And that perpetual hate of gilded sin	E
Which made me what I am and though the stain	F
Of poverty be on me yet I win	E
More honor by it than the blinded train	F
Who hug their willing servitude and bow	G
Unto the weakest and the most profane	F
Therefore with unencumbered soul I go	H
Before the footstool of my Maker where	I
I hope to stand as undebased as now	G
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Child is the sun abroad I feel my hair	I
Borne up and wafted by the gentle wind	J
I feel the odors that perfume the air	I
And hear the rustling of the leaves behind	J
Within my heart I picture them and then	K
I almost can forget that I am blind	J
And old and hated by my fellow men	K
Yet would I fain once more behold the grace	L
Of nature ere I die and gaze again	K
Upon her living and rejoicing face	L
Fain would I see thy countenance my child	M
My comforter I feel thy dear embrace	L
I hear thy voice so musical and mild	M
The patient sole interpreter by whom	N
So many years of sadness are beguiled	M
For it hath made my small and scanty room	N
Peopled with glowing visions of the past	O
But I will calmly bend me to my doom	N
And wait the hour which is approaching fast	O
When triple light shall stream upon mine eyes	P
And heaven itself be opened up at last	O
To him who dared foretell its mysteries	Q
I have had visions in this drear eclipse	R
Of outward consciousness and clomb the skies	P
Striving to utter with my earthly lips	R
What the diviner soul had half divined	O
Even as the Saint in his Apocalypse	R
Who saw the inmost glory where enshrined	O
Sat He who fashioned glory This hath driven	A
All outward strife and tumult from my mind	O
And humbled me until I have forgiven	A
My bitter enemies and only seek	S
To find the straight and narrow path to heaven	A
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Yet I am weak oh how entirely weak	S
For one who may not love nor suffer more	T
Sometimes unbidden tears will wet my cheek	S
And my heart bound as keenly as of yore	T
Responsive to a voice now hushed to rest	O
Which made the beautiful Italian shore	T
In all its pomp of summer vineyards drest	O
And Eden and a Paradise to me	U
Do the sweet breezes from the balmy west	O
Still murmur through thy groves Parthenope	V
In search of odors from the orange bowers	W
Still on thy slopes of verdure does the bee	U
Cull her rare honey from the virgin flowers	W
And Philomel her plaintive chaunt prolong	X
'Neath skies more calm and more serene than ours	W
Making the summer one perpetual song	X
Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride	O
I walked in joy thy grassy meads among	Y
With that fair youthful vision by my side	O
In whose bright eyes I looked and not in vain	F
O my ador d angel O my bride	O
Despite of years and woe and want and pain	F
My soul yearns back towards thee and I seem	Z
To wander with thee hand in hand again	K
By the bright margins of that flowing stream	Z
I hear again thy voice more silver sweet	O
Than fancied music floating in a dream	Z
Possess my being from afar I greet	O
The waving of thy garments in the glade	O
And the light rustling of thy fairy feet	O
What time as one half eager half afraid	O
Love's burning secret faltered on my tongue	Y
And tremulous looks and broken words betrayed	O
The secret of the heart from whence they sprung	Y
Ah me the earth that rendered thee to heaven	A
Gave up an angel beautiful and young	Y
Spotless and pure as snow when freshly driven	A
A bright Aurora for the starry sphere	A2
Where all is love and even life forgiven	A
Bride of immortal beauty ever dear	A2
Dost thou await me in thy blest abode	O
While I Tithonus like must linger here	B2
And count each step along the rugged road	O
A phantom tottering to a long made grave	C2
And eager to lay down my weary load	O
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I who was fancy's lord am fancy's slave	C2
Like the low murmurs of the Indian shell	D2
Ta'en from its coral bed beneath the wave	C2
Which unforgetful of the ocean's swell	D2
Retains within its mystic urn the hum	E2
Heard in the sea grots where Nereids dwell	D2
Old thoughts still haunt me unawares they come	E2
Between me and my rest nor can I make	F2
Those aged visitors of sorrow dumb	E2
Oh yet awhile my feeble soul awake	F2
Nor wander back with sullen steps again	K
For neither pleasant pastime canst thou take	F2
In such a journey nor endure the pain	F
The phantoms of the past are dead for thee	U
So let them ever uninvoked remain	F
And be thou calm till death shall set thee free	U
Thy flowers of hope expanded long ago	H
Long since their blossoms withered on the tree	U
No second spring can come to make them blow	H
But in the silent winter of the grave	C2
They lie with blighted love and buried woe	H
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I did not waste the gifts which nature gave	C2
Nor slothful lay in the Circean bower	G2
Nor did I yield myself the willing slave	C2
Of lust for pride for riches or for power	G2
No in my heart a nobler spirit dwelt	O
For constant was my faith in manhood's dower	H2
Man made in God's own image and I felt	O
How of our own accord we courted shame	I2
Until to idols like ourselves we knelt	O
And so renounced the great and glorious claim	I2
Of freedom our immortal heritage	J2
I saw how bigotry with spiteful aim	I2
Smote at the searching eyesight of the sage	K2
How Error stole behind the steps of Truth	L2
And cast delusion on the sacred page	K2
So as a champion even in early youth	L2
I waged by battle with a purpose keen	M2
Nor feared the hand of terror nor the tooth	L2
Of serpent jealousy And I have been	E
With starry Galileo in his cell	D2
That wise magician with the brow serene	M2
Who fathomed space and I have seen him tell	D2
The wonders of the planetary sphere	A2
And trace the ramparts of heaven's citadel	D2
On the cold flag stones of his dungeon drear	A2
And I have walked with Hampden and with Vane	F
Names once so gracious to an English ear	A2
In days that never may return again	K
My voice though not the loudest hath been heard	O
Whenever freedom raised her cry of pain	F
And the faint effort of the humble bard	O
Hath roused up thousands from their lethargy	U
To speak in words of thunder What reward	O
Was mine or theirs It matters not for I	N2
am but a leaf cast on the whirling tide	O
Without a hope or wish except to die	N2
But truth asserted once must still abide	O
Unquenchable as are those fiery springs	O2
Which day and night gush from the mountain side	O
Perpetual meteors girt with lambent wings	O2
Which the wild tempest tosses to and fro	A2
But cannot conquer with the force it brings	O2
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Yet I who ever felt another's woe	A2
More keenly than my own untold distress	P2
I who have battled with the common foe	A2
And broke for years the bread of bitterness	Q2
Who never yet abandoned or betrayed	O
The trust vouchsafed me nor have ceased to bless	P2
Am left alone to wither in the shade	O
A weak old man deserted by his kind	O
Whom none will comfort in his age nor aid	O
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Oh let me not repine A quiet mind	O
Conscious and upright needs no other stay	O
Nor can I grieve for what I leave behind	O
In the rich promise of eternal day	O
Henceforth to me the world is dead and gone	R2
Its thorns unfelt its roses cast away	O
And the old pilgrim weary and alone	S2
Bowed down with travel at his Master's gate	O
Now sits his task of life long labor done	A
Thankful for rest although it comes so late	O
After sore journey through the world of sin	E
In hope and prayer and wistfulness to wait	O
Until the door shall ope and let him in	E

William Edmondstoune Aytoun

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