MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:   England hath need of thee: she is a fen   Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower   Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;   O raise us up, return to us again, And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power! Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;   Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:   Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,   So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart   The lowliest duties on herself did lay.