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     And on your kingly brows at morn and eve
Set crowns of fire! So shall my soul receive
     Haply the secret of your calm and strength,
Your unforgotten beauty interfuse
     My common life, your glorious shapes and hues
And sun-dropped splendors at my bidding come,
     Loom vast through dreams, and stretch in billowy length
From the sea-level of my lowland home!

They rise before me! Last night's thunder-gust
     Roared not in vain: for where its lightnings thrust
Their tongues of fire, the great peaks seem so near,
     Burned clean of mist, so starkly bold and clear,
I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear,
     The loose rock's fall, the steps of browsing deer.
The clouds that shattered on yon slide-worn walls
     And splintered on the rocks their spears of rain
Have set in play a thousand waterfalls,
     Making the dusk and silence of the woods
Glad with the laughter of the chasing floods,
     And luminous with blown spray and silver gleams,
While, in the vales below, the dry-lipped streams
     Sing to the freshened meadow-lands again.
So, let me hope, the battle-storm that beats
     The land with hail and fire may pass away
With its spent thunders at the break of day,
     Like last night's clouds, and leave, as it retreats,
A greener earth and fairer sky behind,
     Blown crystal-clear by Freedom's Northern wind!

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