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Of that high-heartedness that springs

From martyr-wisdom, and the things

Learned in vast silent communings

With that Pure San city that broods

Divine above our changeful moods,

Turning to uses and to goods

All loves and hates and smiles and tears

And downward from celestial spheres

Streams all along our earthly years. -

With folded reverential hands

I look up to her where she stands,

Interpreting the large commands

With which her days are held and led

And which with glory and with dread

Have crowned the soul they followed.

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