By the strong god's breath moving on the deep

From utmost Atlas even to extremest Ind

That shakes the plain where no men sow nor reap,

So, moved with wrath toward men that ruled and sinned

And pity toward all tears he saw men weep,

Arose to take man's part

His loving lion heart,

Kind as the sun's that has in charge to keep

Earth and the seed thereof

Safe in his lordly love,

Strong as sheer truth and soft as very sleep;

The mightiest heart since Milton's leapt,

The gentlest since the gentlest heart of Shakespeare slept.

23.

Like the wind's own on her divided sea

His song arose on Corinth, and aloud

Recalled her Isthmian song and strife when she

Was thronged with glories as with gods in crowd

And as the wind's own spirit her breath was free

And as the heaven's own heart her soul was proud,

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