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Last, all his duty done,-- All the dark bondmen freed, The long-sought leader found, the piteous victory won,-- Arrived for him one hour of April sun Wherein he breathed free as the forest again, In glad goodwill to men Nursing some vast forgiveness in his mind. Then--all turned blank and blind. Dare we remember the tragic lilac-time Crimsoned with that mad crime? Nay, hush! Ye have heard how sacrifice must close The supreme service; ’tis the way God chose.