It Must, To Admirers Of Browning'S Writings, Appear Singularly Appropriate
That So Cosmopolitan A Poet Was Born In london. It Would Seem
As Though Something of That Mighty Complex Life, So Confusedly Petty
To The Narrow Vision, So Grandiose And Even Majestic To The Larger Ken,
Had Blent With His Being from The First. What Fitter Birthplace For The Poet
Whom A Comrade Has Called the "Subtlest Assertor Of The Soul In song",
The Poet Whose Writings Are Indeed a Mirror Of The Age?