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'Tis morning now, and dreams and fears are gone, / And sleep has calmed the fever in my veins, / And I am strong to drink the cup that drains / The last drop through my lips, and make no moan.
Strength I have borrowed from the outward show / Of spiritual puissance thou dost wear.
Shall I not thy high domination share / Over the shock of feeling? Shall I grow
More fearful than the soldier, when between / The smoke of hostile cannon lies his way; / To carry far the colours of his queen,
While her bright eyes behold him in the fray?
Here do I smile between the warring hosts / Of sad farewells; and reek not what it costs.