Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; br England hath need of thee: she is a fen br Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, br Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, br Have forfeited their ancient English dower br Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; br Oh! raise us up, return to us again; br And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. br Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; br Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: br Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, br So didst thou travel on life's common way, br In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart br The lowliest duties on herself did lay.