My thought revives at utterance of thy name

My thought revives at utterance of thy name, —
Doth high behavior, sweet discourse recall,
Lit with emotion's quick and quenchless flame,
Imagination interfused through all;
Then peals thy voice melodious on mine ear,
As when grave anthems thou didst well recite, —
Laodamia's vision sad and dear,
Or "Thanatopsis," or "Hail, Holy Light!"
Thou true Professor, gifted to dispense
New pathos e'en to Channing's eloquence;
If mother tongue they fail to speak or write,
Nor Greek nor Latin draw thy pupils thence;
Such culture, taught by the far Northern sea,
This scholar brings, New England, home to thee.