I CLOSED the book, but fancied still
I heard, like distant music roll,
The far-off echoes in my soul
Of his great life. I listened till,
Entranced, I thought that I could hear
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His grand old voice amid the gloom;
And in the twilight-flooded room
I almost felt that he was near.
Thou didst not die, O Milton, when
Thy life on earth had ceased to be;
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They never die who pass, like thee,
Enriching all their brother-men.
As often, on the edge of morn,
Lingers one star, its fellows gone,
Thou shin'st alone, and shalt shine on,
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An age of ages yet unborn.
Lines Written On Finishing The Life Of Milton
Frederick George Scott
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