To the Same

And those whose lot may never be to meet
Kin souls confined in bodies sever'd far,
As if thy Genius were a potent star,
Ruling their life at solemn hours and sweet
Of secret sympathy, do they not greet
Each other kindly, when the deep full line
Hath ravish'd both — high as the haunt divine
And presence of celestial Paraclete '?
Three thousand years have pass'd since Homer spake,
And many thousand hearts have bless'd his name,
And yet I love them all for Homers sake.
Child, woman, man, that e'er have felt his flame ;
And thine, great Poet, is like power to bind
In love far distant ages of mankind.