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Oh ancient brother frank and true, Great-couraged; heart and conscience free; No cloistered pedant soul; in you A man, I see.

Large-natured, filled with primal joys, Young Earth’s own greater soul, meseems, At home with death as ardent boys With hopes or dreams.

Serene in solitude. In crowds Austerely gay. Devoutly wise The large clear light of yonder clouds Shines through your eyes.

The tenets of your far-off home From high-famed land to land you spread, Nor to the might of mightiest Rome Bent that shorn head.

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Across these wind-swept waves of Time Whose murmurings fill our listening ear, Old thoughts, old deeds befitting rhyme-- Yours still shines clear.