T r ‘- ^ 
t 
t 
§ 
f 
ijS 
ull]£ Canguage of Homers. 
Their language? Prithee! why, they are themselves 
But bright thoughts syllabled to shape and hue — 
The tongue that erst was spoken by the elves, 
When tenderness as yet within the world was new. 
And, oh! do not their soft and starry eyes — 
Now bent to earth, to heaven now meekly pleading, 
Their incense fainting as it seeks the skies, [ing — 
Yet still from earth with freshening hope reced- 
Sav, do not these to every heart declare, 
With all the silent eloquence of truth, 
The language that they speak is Nature’s prayer, 
To give her back those spotless days ol youth? 
— Charles Fenno Hoffman. 
X 
voo 
