LXXVI.

But this is not my theme; and I return[jp] To that which is immediate, and require Those who find contemplation in the urn, To look on One, whose dust was once all fire,-- A native of the land where I respire The clear air for a while--a passing guest, Where he became a being,--whose desire Was to be glorious; 'twas a foolish quest, The which to gain and keep, he sacrificed all rest.