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Who sees what tomb a white night built,

For iron Winter held her firm;

vitalised Britain,

With sound of its own hungry quest;

And speed the service of the nest;

As though they caught a broken clue;

The heavens are out in fleeces,

For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that

When these two meet, a point of time is ours.

We raced on roads and ice to keep

Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod.

The winninger course than the rule of force, and the springs lured

Who join with your lords to jar the chords of a bosom heroic, and

With sound of its own hungry quest;

Breaks to the scene of hosts afoot,


Her shivering Spring feigned fast asleep,

Bid Britons awake two steps to take where one is a trouble extreme

And plunge him far from a beam of star till he hears the deep bay of

Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod.

That her sons over seas in a rally of praise may behold a thrice

Whose union is right reason:join they hands,

The world shall know itself and where it stands;

The phantom of the snowwreath melt,

Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,

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