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/ Athwart a sky of brass rich ribs of gold; / A bullion bulk the wide Ohio lies; / Beneath the sunset, billowing manifold, / The purple hill-tops rise.
/ And lo! the crescent of a crystal moon, / And great cloud-feathers flushed with crimson light / Drifting above the pureness of her lune, / Rent from the wings of night.