Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; <br />England hath need of thee: she is a fen <br />Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, <br />Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, <br />Have forfeited their ancient English dower <br />Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; <br />Oh! raise us up, return to us again; <br />And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. <br />Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; <br />Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: <br />Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, <br />So didst thou travel on life's common way, <br />In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart <br />The lowliest duties on herself did lay.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-1802/
