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154 POEMS AND SONGS
The herd of “barbarians” he thus headed on their way
Had no purpose to settle and just there to stay.
“«Non-Latins” they remained, by no alien thought en-
slaved,
And found their true selves, as the foreign foes they
braved.
In conquering the language we learned the laws of
thought,
And following him, his fine longing we caught
For wanderings and wonders, all the conqueror’s zeal
To win unknown lands and their mysteries reveal.
Each lesson seemed a vision that henceforth was ours,
Inspiring each youth’s individual powers.
His pictures made pregnant our creative desire,
His wit was our testing in an ordeal of fire,
His wisdom was our balance, to weigh things great and
small,
His pathos told of passions, burning, but held in thrall.
Oft the stricken hero scarce his tedious toil could brook,
He wished to go and write, though it were but a single
book,
To show a /ittle what he was, and show it to the world:
He loosed his cable daily, but ne’er his sails unfurled.
His “grammar” was not printed! And he passed from
mortal ken
To where the laws of thought are not written with a pen.
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