THE LOVE OF POETRY NOT EXTINCT. Thrice happy Child! a brighter lot is thine; Thy mirth is loudest when thy bubbles burst. THE LOVE OF POETRY NOT EXTINCT. 213 ON HEARING IT ASSERTED THAT THE AGE OF POETRY, LIKE THAT OF CHIVALRY, WAS GONE. "Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Ir is not true, it cannot be, That the love of Song is o'er; WORDSWORTH. Though the mightier masters of the Lyre A heritage of priceless gifts, Bequeathed in deathless Song! Did love of country die with them ; Or Honour to the dust go down, |