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Went not thy spirit gladly with us then, Most genial Shakespeare!--wast thou not with us Who throng'd to honour thee and love thee thus, A few among thy subject fellow-men? Yea,--let me truly think it; for thy heart (Though now long since the free-made citizen Of brighter cities where we trust thou art) Was one, in its great whole and every part, With human sympathies: we seem to die, But verily live; we grow, improve, expand, When Death transplants us to that Happier Land; Therefore, sweet Shakespeare, came thy spirit nigh, Cordial with Man, and grateful to High Heaven For all our love to thy dear memory given.
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and perhaps some day the School Board or their organ, Mr. Joseph Hughes's _Practical Teacher_, may adopt my version. Its origin and history is this: finding winter evenings in the country wearisome to my homeflock, I used to read to them profusely and discursively. Amongst other books, a literary daughter suggested Pope's Homer; which, as I read, after a little while, I found to be so very free and incorrect a translation (if my memory served me rightly) that I resolved to see what I could do by reading from the original Greek in its own (English) metre. I soon found it quite easy to be both terse and literal; and having rhythm only to care for without the tag of rhyme, I soon pleased my hearers and in some sort myself, reading