Out of a cavern on Parnassus’ side,
Flows Castaly; and with the flood outblown
From its deep heart of ice, the mountain’s breath
Tempers the ardor of the Delphian vale.
Beside the stream from the black mould upsprings
Narcissus, robed in snow, with ruby...
William Hayes Ward
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Dear singer of our fathers’ day,
Who lingerest in the sunset glow,
Our grateful hearts all bid thee stay;
Bend hitherward and do not go.
Gracious thine age, thy youth was strong,
For Freedom touched thy tongue with fire:
To sing the right and...