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“The single eye; the daughter of the light, Well pleased to recognize in lowliest shade Each glimmer of its parent ray, and made, By daily draughts of brightness, inly bright; The style severe, yet graceful, trained aright To classic depths of clearness and repaid By thanks and honour from the wise and staid; By pleasant skill to blame and yet delight, And hold communion with the eloquent throng Of those who shaped and toned our speech and song; All these are yours. The same examples here, You in rich woodland, me on breezy moor, With kindred aims the same sweet path along, To knit in loving knowledge rich and poor.”