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New Poems

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Still fragrant of the spring for ever,
While times and generations fade,
The wreath of laureate endeavour
Blooms in the song the initiate poet has
made;
Ancestral virtue still unsleeping
He tends for kingdoms yet to be,
And incorruptibly is keeping
The gates of immortality;
And through the poet still is given
The rarest recompense of heaven.

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