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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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