CHISWICK PRESS :—CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND Co.

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THE ALDINE WORDSWORTH.

The lines printed overleaf were by an oversight omitted from Vol. I., where they should be inserted after the title-page.

Ir thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content:
The stars pre-eminent in magnitude,

And they that from the zenith dart their beams, (Visible though they be to half the earth, Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness)

Are yet of no diviner origin,

No, purer essence, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge
Of some dark mountain; or than those which

seem

Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees;
All are the undying offspring of one Sire:
Theja, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shire, Poet! in thy place, and be content.