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FOR some abiding central source of power, / Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow / And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, / The vain tumultuous passions of the hour / Fleet fast and disappear; and as the sun / Shines on the wake of tempests, there is cast / O'er all the shattered ruins of my past / A strong contentment as of battles won.
And yet I cry in anguish, as I hear / The long drawn pageant of your passage roll / Magnificently forth into the night.