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To grace, perchance, a fairer mornIn mightier lands beyond the sea,While honour falls to such as weFrom hearts of heroes yet unborn.
Who in the light of fuller day,Of purer science, holier laws,Bless us, faint heralds of their cause,Dim beacons of their glorious way.
Failure? While tide-floods rise and boilRound cape and isle, in port and cove,Resistless, star-led from above:What though our tiny wave recoil?
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