Therefore art thou ever dearer, For thou makest each mystery clearer, When thou fillest my heart with fever ! Muse of all the Gifts and Graces! Let us turn and wander thither! FLIGHT THE FOURTH. 1875. CHARLES SUMNER. ARLANDS upon his grave, His was the troubled life, The conflict and the pain, The grief, the bitterness of strife, Like Winkelried, he took Into his manly breast The sheaf of hostile spears, and broke A path for the oppressed. Then from the fatal field, |