Unpalsied when he met with Death, Is comrade of the lesser faith That sees the course of human things. No
doubt vast eddies in the flood
Wild
Hours that fly with Hope and Fear,
To
draw, to sheathe a useless sword,
To
shift an arbitrary power,
Why
then my scorn might well descend
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