...withdrawn Which once he wore ! The <?lory from his grey hairs gone For ever more. " Let not the laud once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. lt But let its humbled sons instead, . From sea to lake, A long lament as for the dead, In sadness...

...sonl driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven ? Let not the land, once prond of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonored brow. Bnt, let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make....

...so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not, — the Tempter hath A snare for all...Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonor' d brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead,...

...wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not,— the Tempter hath A entire for all ! And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath,...Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonor'd brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead,...

...soul driven, Ficnd-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven Let not the land, once prond of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonor'd brow. Bui let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead,...

...so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not, — the Tempter hath A snare for all...Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonor'd brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead,...

...dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age Falls back in night ! If nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,...thee, young one? — what? Why pull so at thy cord ? lu sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride...

...so lost ! the light withdrawn Which once he wore ! The glory from his grey hairs gone For evermore ! Revile him not, — the Tempter hath A snare for all;...Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Dishonoured brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead,...

...— the Tempter hath A snare for all ; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall ! O, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have...From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, !n sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride...

...led his age Falls back in night ! Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven ? Ijet hi sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride...