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_Higher than tinselled heaven, / Lower than angels dare, / Loop to the fray, swoop on their prey, / The Killers of the Air._
We scorned the Galilean, / We mocked at Kingdom-Come: / The old gods knew our pean -- / Our dawn-loud engine-hum: