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Show H My Friends and I. H Mj little, low room is live flights high, B And some might think that its walls are bare, B But sweetest communion my friends and I B Have often held in the silence there; IB Noble, exalted, they come to me, IB Fair as they were in the earth's first bloom, B Whispering hope for the time to be H These are my friends in the little, low room . H Shakespeare of Stratford, Bacon, Carlyle; H Emerson, dreaming his long, long dream; H Dickens, with, sighs that are lost in a smile; Bj Milton unblinded the gods for his theme; H Goldsmith, weary no more, nor lone: H Chatterton, safe, though the storm rides high; H Byron, unto his horitage grown H Royal companionship here have I. Bj Bound to my room, and touched by pain, Bj Hither they come to talk with me Bj They who have trodden the higher plain, , H They who have seen what the angels see. H Bearing their messages, lo! they come, H Of all of earth's children, the truly great, B Whispering, "Peace though the heart be numb." H These, my friends of the high estate. fij Homer, singing the song of strife; , H Virgil, d.t rest by a sun-kissed shore: J t Bj Longfellow, chanting the Psalm of Life; jH Poe, who will leave me ah, never more! , , jH Gentle Hawthorne, of Salem Town j jBj These, the mighty, the crowned, the free? ', H One and all from my shelves look down, ,, jB ktep to my side and talk with me. jH mgs in your palaces, here is more K Here in faith, in a little, low roomrr- Wk Than regal state and golden store, H Tlio crowd's mad clamor, the cannon's boom. Wk Shades of the mighty come to me, H Sit and chat as the hours go by, H Piophesy things that the soul shall see - B And so we are happy, my friends and I. H -Alfred J. Waterhouse, in Success. x |