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And he girded his sword & gather'd his band
And scattered the fever made.
And freedom smiled on her favorite land
Which for in ancient days obey'd her
The land where Where her oracles spoke – where her flag unfurl'd
Waved proud as the eagles †
his spirit went forth to bless the world
And to claim the world's dominion.
Tho' his sword is sheathed & the hero sleeps
Where the heroes of old be sleeping:
Above him the breeze of sweet,
And dews are weeping:
His names is blended with names whil sublime
Have sated Reclaim'd from the wreck of ages
And shall ride above the waters ruins of time
In history's holiest page
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sir john bowring |
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