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So might some lord of men, whom force and fate And his great heart’s unvanquishable power Have thrust with storm to his supreme estate, Ascend by night his solitary tower High o’er the city’s lights and cries uplift. Silent he ponders the scrolled heaven to read And the keen stars’ conflicting message sift, Till the slow signs recede, And ominously scarlet dawns afar The day he leads his legions forth to war.

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