PARAPHRASE

on passagefrom Shakespeare's Richard II

This highland plain of snows, these hills

This garden of winter, these arctic stars,

This spring of knowing, bound in peace,

This granite purpose raised in men for use

Around the girdled earth in wisdom, This end of smallness, this deepening horizon,

This jewel of all the northern lights Which leaves no darkened sea uncharted

Or hope against the future dead; An anchor for the misty dream of living,

This hour, this standard, this religion, this Dartmouth.