Thus, Once, Long Since, The Daring Of My Youth Drew Nigh Thy Greatness With A Little Thing; And Thou Didst Take Me In: Thy Home Of Truth Has Domed Me Since, A Heaven Of Sheltering, Uplighted By The Tenderness And Grace Which Round Thy Absolute Friendship Ever Fling A Radiant Atmosphere. Turn Not Thy Face From That Small Part Of Earnest Thanks, I Pray, Which, Spoken, Leaves Much More In Speechless Case. I Saw Thee As A Strong Man On His Way! Up The Great Peaks: I Know Thee Stronger Still; Thy Intellect Unrivalled In Its Sway, Upheld And Ordered By A Regnant Will; While Wisdom, Seer And Priest Of Holy Fate, Searches All Truths, Its Prophecy To Fill: Yet, O My Friend, Throned In Thy Heart So Great, High Love Is Queen, And Hath No Equal Mate. May, 1857.