By Bronson Alcott

CHANNING! my Mentor whilst my thought was young,
And I the votary of fair liberty,?
How hung I then upon thy glowing tongue,
And thought of love and truth as one with thee!
Thou wast the inspirer of a nobler life,
When I with error waged unequal strife,
And from its coils thy teaching set me free.
Be ye, his followers, to his leading true,
Nor privilege covet, nor the wider sway;
But hold right onward in his loftier way,
As best becomes, and is his rightful due.
If learning ?s yours,?gifts God doth least esteem,?
Beyond all gifts was his transcendent view:
O realize his Pentecostal dream!

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