"To quiet valley and shaded glen
And forest and meadow and slope of hill,"

where his teeming fancy constructed a world more
to his taste, a world which expanded with his years,
and in which he was destined to pass the happiest
and by far the largest portion of his life. Let
the aspiring lad who drags the chain of poverty,
and who sighs for the opportunities which wealth
alone confers, consider that those who have such
opportunities pretty uniformly dwell in houses
made with hands, and know nothing of the cloud-
capped towers and gorgeous palaces which the im-
agination provides so generously for the gifted
poor. Hence perhaps it is, that great poets are so
scarce who in their early years have been swathed
in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously
every day.

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