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[172] Again that moon of blossoms shines
     On leaf and flower and folded wing,
And thou hast risen with the spring!

Once more thy strong maternal arms
     Are round about thy children flung,—
A lioness that guards her young!

No threat is on thy closed lips,
     But in thine eye a power to smite
The mad wolf backward from its light.

Southward the baffled robber's track
     Henceforth runs only; here away,
The fell lycanthrope finds no prey.

Henceforth, within thy sacred gates,
     His first low howl shall downward draw
The thunder of thy righteous law.

Not mindless of thy trade and gain,
     But, acting on the wiser plan,
Thou'rt grown conservative of man.

So shalt thou clothe with life the hope,
     Dream-painted on the sightless eyes
Of him who sang of Paradise,—

The vision of a Christian man,
     In virtue, as in stature great
Embodied in a Christian State.

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