Made all but all immortal, human born

And heavenly natured? With the first came He,

Led by the living hand, who left forlorn

Life by his death, and time

More by his life sublime

Than by the lives of all whom all men mourn,

And even for mourning praise

Heaven, as for all those days

These dead men's lives clothed round with glories worn

By memory till all time lie dead,

And higher than all behold the bay round Shakespeare's head.

37.

Then, fairer than the fairest Grace of ours,

Came girt with Grecian gold the second Grace,

And verier daughter of his most perfect hours

Than any of latter time or alien place

Named, or with hair inwoven of English flowers

Only, nor wearing on her statelier face

The lordlier light of Athens. All the Powers

That graced and guarded round that holiest race,

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