Here you will find the Poem Andrew Marvell of poet Charles Harpur
Spirit, that lookest from the starry fold Of truth?s white flock, next to thy Milton there Accept my reverence though but feebly told. And oh! My heart from thy example rare Henceforth its being for worthiest ends would bear. Thy deeds, though plain, were towering all and bold, And like the stedfast columns that uphold Some awful temple, to thy duty were. How much thy story has enlarged my ken Of real greatness! Of mere conquerors I Read but with anger, or with shame; but when Of thee, uplifted into virtue?s sky, I glory in my brotherhood with men, And feel how nobly all may live and die.