The poem
Chief in thy generation born of men, Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born, With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes of morn For gleam of tears or laughter, tenderest then When thoughts of children warmed their light, or when Reverence of age with love and labor worn, Or godlike pity fired with godlike scorn, Shot through them flame that winged thy swift live pen: Where stars and suns that we behold not burn, Higher even thatn here, though highest was here thy place, Love sees thy spirit laugh and speak and shine With Shakespeare and the soft bright sould of Sterne And Fielding's kindliest might and Goldsmith's grace; Scarce one more loved or worthier love than thine.