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III.
"Or wouldst thou look upon the Lords of Song?—
O'er the dark mirror that immortal throng
    Shall waft a solemn gleam!
Passing with lighted eyes and radiant brows,
Under the foliage of green laurel-boughs,
    But silent as a dream."

IV.
"Not these, O mighty Master!—Though their lays
Be unto man's free heart, and tears, and praise,
    Hallowed for evermore!
And not the buried conquerors!—Let them sleep,
And let the flowery earth her sabbaths keep
    In joy, from shore to shore!

V.
"But, if the narrow-house may be so moved,
Call the bright shadows of the most beloved,
    Back from their couch of rest!
That I may learn if their meek eyes be filled
With peace; if human love hath ever stilled
    The yearning human breast."

VI.
"Away, fond youth!—An idle quest is thine:
These have no trophy, no memorial shrine;
    I know not of their place!