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Jeremy Bentham
I have travelled the world, & that old man's fame
Where ever I went shone brightly
To his country alone belongs the shame
To think of his labor lightly.
The words of wisdom I oft ave heard
From that old man's bosom falling
And ne'er to my Soul had wisdom appeased
So lovely sec & so enthralling.
No halo sea was round that old man's head brow head
But his locks as the rife-frost hoary
While the wind with their snowy relics play
Seem'd brighter fairer than crowns of glory.
In him have I seen – what a joy to see!
In divinest union blended:
An infant-childs sympa symplicity
With a sage's strength attended.
He lives in the world – but dwells like a Sun the world above,
Tho' by folly & darkness shrouded;
But soon shall emerge in light & love
And pursue his path unclouded.
That sun all the darkness shall dispense
Where fetters so long have bound it.
The center of its own universe –
And ten thousand planks round it.
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