p. 335¶Homer, thy song men liken to the sea.With every note of music in his tone,With tides that wash the dim dominionOf Hades, and light waves that laugh in gleeAround the isles enchanted: nay, to meThy verse seems as the River of source unknownThat glasses Egypt's temples overthrown,In his s\y-nurtur d stream, eternally.No wiser we than men of heretoforeTo find thy mystic fountains guarded fast;Enough—thy flood makes green our human shoreAs Nilus, Egypt, rolling down his vast,His fertile waters, murmuring evermoreOf gods dethroned, and empires of the Past.

¶A. L.