Part 2 — WORDSWORTH.
Reading edition
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BY WM. ALEXANDER.
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Another bard of Albion is no more,
Who erst with folded arms, oft, calmly stood,
Nature’s contemplative—the great and good—
Let every hill and valley him deplore,
Whose hand hath ceased to wake the tuneful lyre—
’Mid earthly landscapes, and o’er mountains old,
He walked in sweet Excursion, to behold
“The Rainbow in the Sky.” Nature’s great Sire
Hath taken him—“his heart leaps up” to see
The emerald-colored bow about the throne,
Where sits the King of kings and Lord alone.
Sweet Wordsworth! poet of true purity!
Thy hand upon a nobler lyre doth rest—
A lyre of glory in the land of those forever blest.