VIII

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VIII

This he believed: a kindred spirit

Impelled to union with his own

Lay languishing both day and night⁠—

Waiting his coming⁠—his alone!

He deemed his friends but longed to make

Great sacrifices for his sake!

That a friend’s arm in every case

Felled a calumniator base!

That chosen heroes consecrate,

Friends of the sons of every land,

Exist⁠—that their immortal band

Shall surely, be it soon or late,

Pour on this orb a dazzling light

And bless mankind with full delight.