Far were the French communes, under that name and in their day of special activity, from rising to such political importance and to such historical rank.

Then all unfelt the world's controul, Its rein lay lightly o'er his soul; Far were its prides and cautions hurl'd, And Thought's wide banner flew unfurl'd.

THE THREE STRANGERS Far are those tranquil hills, Dyed with fair evening's rose; On urgent, secret errand bent, A traveller goes.