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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone / Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; / It comes upon us like the glorious pealing / Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown, / The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing, / Are changed to harmonies, for ever stealing / Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
It tells me too, that on a happy day, / When some good spirit walks upon the earth, / Thy name with Alfred's, and the great of yore, / Gently commingling, gives tremendous birth / To a loud hymn, that sounds far, far away / To where the great God lives for evermore.