Dante. He Liv'D And Lov'D; He Suffer'D; He Was Poor; But He Was Gifted With The Gifts Of Heaven, And Those Of All The Week-Days That Are Seven, And Those Of All The Centuries That Endure. He Bow'D To None; He Kept His Honour Sure. He Follow'D In The Wake Of Those Eleven Who Walk'D With Christ, And Lifted Up His Steven[A] To Keep The Bulwarks Of His Faith Secure. He Knew The Secrets Of The Singing-Time; He Track'D The Sun; He Ate The Luscious Fruit Of Grief And Joy; And With His Wonder-Lute He Made Himself A Name In Every Clime. The Minds Of Men Were Madly Stricken Mute And All The World Lay Subject To His Rhyme! [A] Steven, A Voice; Old Word Revived.