VIII.

Beloved and blest, lit warm with love and fame,

The house that had the light of the earth for guest

Hears for his name's sake all men hail its name

Beloved and blest.

This eyrie was the homeless eagle's nest

When storm laid waste his eyrie: hence he came

Again, when storm smote sore his mother's breast.

Bow down men bade us, or be clothed with blame

And mocked for madness: worst, they sware, was best:

But grief shone here, while joy was one with shame,

Beloved and blest.