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THE PROGRESS OF SPRING
VIII.So wed thee with my soul, that I may mark The coming year's great good and varied ills,And new developments, whatever spark Be struck from out the clash of warring wills;Or whether, since our nature cannot rest, The smoke of war's volcano burst againFrom hoary deeps that belt the changeful West, Old Empires, dwellings of the kings of men;Or should those fail, that hold the helm, While the long day of knowledge grows and warms,And in the heart of this most ancient realm A hateful voice be utter'd, and alarms Sounding 'To arms! to arms!'
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