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    O 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.