(Written On The Ter-Centenary Of John Milton, December 9, 1908.) Immortal Singer, In Whose Glorious Brain Unearthly Melodies Were Born To Make A Nocturn For The Blessed Master'S Sake, I See Thee Pass Through Heaven'S Gates Again; I Hear Thee Singing That Majestic Strain, Which Soothed The Heart Affliction Could Not Break, And Proved The Faith No Worldly Ills Could Shake; And Then I See Thee Join God'S Holy Train, But, Wonder Of All Wonders! Where The Light Breaks From A Thousand Suns, The Seraphs, Shod With Flaming Sandals, Lead Thee; And My Sight Dims With The Vision, Till Fresh From His Rod, I See Thee Lift Those Orbs, Once Quenched In Night, And Gaze Into The Steadfast Eyes Of God!