In that high country whither thou art gone, br Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers, br The gathered great of many a hundred years! br Few are left like thee-few, I say, not none, br Else were thy England soon a Babylon, br A land of outcry, mockery, and tears! br Higher than law, a refuge from its fears, br Wast thou, in whom embodied Justice shone. br The smile that gracious broke on thy grand face br Was like the sunrise of a morn serene br Among the mountains, making sweet their awe. br Thou both the gentle and the strong didst draw; br Thee childhood loved, and on thy breast would lean, br As, whence thou cam'st, it knew the lofty place.