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A MEDLEY.
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The glittering axe was broken in their arms,Their arms were shatter'd to the shoulder blade,
 'Our enemies have fall'n, but this shalt grow A night of Summer from the heat, a breadth Of Autumn, dropping fruits of power; and roll'd With music in the Æonian breeze of Time, The tops shall strike from star to star, the fangs Shall move the stony bases of the world.
 'And now, O maids, behold our sanctuary Is violate, our laws broken: fear we not To break them more in their behoof, whose arms Champion'd our cause and won it with a day Blanch'd in our annals, and perpetual feast, When dames and heroines of the golden year Shall strip a hundred hollows bare of Spring, To rain an April of ovation round Their statues borne aloft, the three: but come,We will be liberal, since our rights are won.
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