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It was the fairy of the place, / Moving within a little light, / Who touched with dim and shadowy grace / The conflict at its fever height.
It seemed to whisper 'Quietness,' / Then quietly itself was gone: / Yet echoes of its mute caress / Were with me as the years went on.
It was the warrior within / Who called 'Awake, prepare for fight: / Yet lose not memory in the din: / Make of thy gentleness thy might:
'Make of thy silence words to shake / The long-enthroned kings of earth: / Make of thy will the force to break / Their towers of wantonness and mirth.'
It was the wise all-seeing soul / Who counselled neither war nor peace: / 'Only be thou thyself that goal / In which the wars of time shall cease. '