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And lips half-opening with the dread of sound, Was moulded to such features as declared
Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear, That Pity there had oft and strongly work'd,
Lest, haply escaping on some freacherous blast, And sometimes Indignation. Bold her nien
The fateful word let slip the Elements,

And like a haughty Huntress of the woods
And frenzy Naturc. Yot the wizard her,

She mov’d: yet sure she was a gentle maid! Arm'd with Torngarsuck's* power, the Spirit of And in each motion her most innocent soul Good,

Beam'd forth so brightly, that who saw would say Forces to unchain the food ful progeny

Guilt was a thing impossible in her! of the Ocean's stream.-Wild phantasies! yet wise, Nor idly would have said—for she had lived On the victorious goodness of High God

In this bad World as in a place of Tombs, 'Teaching Reliance, and Medicinal Hope,

And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead.
Till from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth,
With gradual steps winning her difficult way,
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure.

"T was the cold season, when the Rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields

Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints
If there be Beings of higher class than Man,
I deem no nobler province they possess,

And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ;

When now, as she was wont, the healthful Maid Than by disposal of apt circumstance

Had left her pallet ere one beam of day
To rear up Kingdoms: and the deeds they prompt,

Slanted the fog-smoke. She went forth alone,
Distinguishing from mortal agency,
They choose their human ministers from such states

Urged by the indwelling angel-guide, that oft,
As still the Epic song half fears to name,

With dim inexplicable sympathies Repell’d from all the Minstrelsies that strike

Disquieting the Heart, shapes out Man's course The Palace-roof and soothe the Monarch's pride.

To the predoom'd adventure. Now the ascent

She climbs of that steep upland, on whose top And such, perhaps, the Spirit, who (if words

The Pilgrim-Man, who long since eve had watch'd Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith) Shouts to himself, there first the Abbey-lights

The alien shine of unconcerning Stars, Held commune with that warrior-maid of France Who scourged the Invader. From her infant days. The winding sheep-track vale-ward : when, behold

Seen in Neutchatel's vale; now slopes adown With Wisdom, Mother of retired Thoughts,

In the first entrance of the level road
Her soul had dwelt; and she was quick to mark

An unattended Team! The foremost horse
The good and evil thing, in human lore
Undisciplined. For lowly was her Birth,

Lay with stretch'd limbs; the others, yet alive, And Heaven had doom'd her early years to Toil,

But stiff and cold, stood motionless, their manes

Hoar with the frozen nigh1-dews. Dismally That pure from Tyranny's least deed, herself

The dark-red down now glimmer'd ; but ils glears Unfear'd by Fellow-natures, she might wait

Disclosed no face of man. The Maiden paused, On the poor Laboring man with kindly looks,

Then hnil'd who might be near. No voice replied
And minister refreshment to the tired
Way-wanderer, when along the rough-hewn Bench From the thwart wain at length there reached her
The sweltry man had stretch'd him, and aloft

A sound so feeble that it almost scemd
Vacantly watch'd the rudely pictured board
Which on the Mulberry-bough with welcome creak

Distant: and feebly, with slow effort push'de
Swung to the pleasant brecze. Here, too, the Maid

A miserable man crept forth: his limbs Learnt more than Schools could teach: Man's shift- The silent frost had eat, scathing like fire.

Faint on the shafts he rested. She, meantime, ing mind, His Vices and his Sorrows! And full oft

Saw crowded close beneath the coverture

A mother and her children-lifeless all,
At Tales of cruel Wrong and strange Distress
Had wept and shiver'd. To the tottering Eld

Yet lovely! not a lineament was marrd-
Sull as a Daughter wonld she run: she placed

Death had put on so slumber-like a form! His cold Limbs at the sunny Door, and loved

It was a pilesus sight; and one, a babe, To hear hin story, in his garrulous sort,

The crisp milk frozen on its innocent lips, Of his eventful years, all come and gone.

Lay on the woman's arm, its little hand

Stretch'd on her bosom.
So twenty seasons past. The Virgin's Form,
Active and tall, nor Sloth nor Luxury

Mutely questioning,
Had shrunk or paled. Her front sublime and broad, The Maid gazed wildly at the living wretch.
Her flexile eye-brows wildly hair'd and low, He, his head feebly turning, on the group
And her full eye, now bright, now unillum d, Look'd with a vacant stare, and his eye spoke
Spake more than Woman's Thought; and all her The drowsy pang that steals on worn-out anguish.
face

She shudder'd: but, each vainer pang subdued,

Quick disentangling from the foremost horse * They call the Good Spirit Torogarsuck. The other great The rustic bands, with difficulty and toil but malignant spirit is a nameless Female; she dwells ande: The stiff cramp'd team forced homeward. There the sea in a great house, where she can detain in captivity all the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearth

arrived, befulls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician must under- Anxiously tends him she with healing herbs, lake a journey thither. He passes through the kingdom of And weeps and prays--but the numb power of Denih muls, over an borrible abyss into the Palace of this phantom, Spreads o'er his limbs; and ero the noontide hour, and by his enchantmen's causes the captive creatures to ascend The hovering spirits of his Wife and Babes directly to the surface of the ocean.-See Crantz' Hist. of Greenland, vol. 1. 206.

Hail him immortal! Yet amid his pangs,

ear

With interruptions long from ghastly thrues, Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld
His voice had salter'd out this simple tale.

Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave.

Moaning she ned, and entered the Profound The Village, where he dweli an Husbandman, That leads with downward windings to the Cave By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Of darkness palpable, Desert of Death Late on tho yester-evening. With his wife Sunk deep beneath Gehenna's massy roois. And little ones he hurried his' escape.

There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd They saw the neighboring Hamleis flame, they And trembled; till engender'd by fierce Ilate, heard

Fierce Haie and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose, Cpmar and shrieks! and terror-struck drove on Shaped like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of Through unfrequented roads, a weary way!

fire. But saw nor house nor cottage. All had quench'd It roused the Hell-Hag: sho the dew damp wiped 'Their evening hearih-lire : for the alarm had spread. From off her brow, and through the uncouth maze The air clipi keen, the night was fang'd with frost, Retraced her steps ; but ere she reach'd the mouth And they provisionless! The weeping wito Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused, Il bush'd her children's moans; and still they Nor dared re-enter the diminish'd Gulf. moand,

As through the dark vaults of some moulder'! Till Fright and Cold and Ilunger drank their life.

Tower They closed their eyes in sleep, nor knew 'I was (Which, fearful to approach, the evening Ilind Death.

Circles at distance in his homeward way) He only, lashing his o'er-wearied team,

The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan Gaind a sad respite, till beside the base

Of prison'd spirits; with such fearsul voice Of the high hill his foremost horse dropp'd dead.

Night murmur'd, and the sound through Chaos went Then hopeless, strengthless, sick for lack of food, Leap'd at her call her hideous-fronted brood! lle crepi beneath the coverture, entranced, A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth; Fill waken'd by the maiden.--Such his tale.

Since that sad hour, in Camps and Courts adored,

Rebels from God, and Monarchs o'er Mankind !" Ah! suffering to the height of what wns sufferid, Stung with too keen a sympathy, the Maid

From his obscure haunt Broorled with moving lips, mute, startsul, dark ! And now her flush'd tumultuous features shot

Shriekd Fear, of Cruelty the ghasily Dam, Such strange vivacity, as tires the eye

Feverish yet freezing, eager-paced yet s!ow, of misery Fancy-crazed ! and now once more

As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds, Naked, and void, and fix'd, and all within

Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
The unquiet silence of confused thought

Beams on the marsh-bred vapors.
And shapeless feelings. For a mighty hand
Was strong upon her, till in the heat of soul
To the high hill-top tracing back her steps,

“ Even 80" (the exulting Maiden said, Aside the beacon, up whose smoulder'd stones

“The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell, The tender ivy-trails crept thinly, there,

And thus they witness'd God! But now the clouds Unconscious of the driving element,

Treading, and storms beneath their feet, they soar Yea, swallow'd up in the oininous dream, she sate Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing Ghastly as broad-eyed Slumber! a dim anguish Loud songs of Triumph! Oye spirits of God, Breathed from her look! and still, with pant and sob, Hover around my mortal agonies !” Inly she toild to flee, and still subdued,

She spake, and instantly fuint melody Felt an inevitable Presence near.

Melts on her ear, soothing and sad, and slow,

Such Measures, as at calmest midnight heard Thus as she toild in troublous ecstasy, By aged Hermit in his holy dream, An horror of great darkness wrapt her round, Foretell and solace death ; and now they rise And a voice uttered forth unearthly tones, Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice Calming her soul," 0 Thou of the Most High The white-robed* multitude of slaughter'd saints Chosen, whom all the perfected in Heaven At Heaven's wide-opend portals gratulant Behold expectant

Receive some martyrd Patriot. The harmony

Entranced the Maid, till each suspended sense [The following fragments were intended to form part of the Brief slumber seized, and confused ecstasy. Poem when finished.)

At length awakening slow, she gazed around : “ Maid beloved of Heaven !" And through a Mist, the relic of that trance (To her the tutelary Power exclaim’d)

Still thinning as she gazed, an Isle appear'd, * Of Chaos the adventurous progeny

Its high, o'er-hanging, white, broad-breasted cliffs, Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Glass'd on the subject ocean. A vast plain Mierce to regain the losses of that hour

Stretch'd opposite, where ever and anon
When Love rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
Over the abyss fluuer'd with such glad noise,
As what time after long and pestful calms,

• Revel. vi. 9, 11. And when he had opened the fifth seal, I

saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the With slimy shapes and miscreated life

word of God, and for the testimony which they held. And Poisoning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze white robes were given unto every one of them, and it was Wakens the merchant-sail uprising. Night said unto them that they should rest yet for a little season, A heavy unimaginable moan

until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should I be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.

"The Plow-man, following sad his meagre ieam, Victims at once and Executioners),
Turu'd up fresh sculls unstariled, and the bones The congregated Husbandmen lay waste
Oi fierce hate-breathing combatants, who thero The Vincyard and the Harvest. As long
All mingled lay beneath the common earth,

The Bothnic coast, or southward of the Line, Death's gloomy reconcilement! O'er the Fields Though bush'd the Winds and cloudless the high Stept a fair form, repairing all she might,

Noon, Hier temples olive-wreathed; and where she trod

Yet if Leviathan, weary

of

ease, Fresh lowerets rose, and many a foodful herb. In sports unwieldy toss his Island-bulk, But wan her cheek, her foorsteps insecure,

Ocean behind him billows, and before And anxions pleasure beam'd in her faint eye, A storm of waves breaks foamy on the strand. As she lind newly leti a couch of pain,

And hence, for times and seasons bloody and dark. Pale Convalescent! (yet some time to rule

Short Peace shall skin the wonnds of causcless War With power exclusive o'er the willing world, And War, his strained sinews knit anew, That bless'd prophetic mandate then fulfillid, Still violate the unfinish'd works of Peace. Peace be on Earth!) A happy while, but brief, But yonder look! for more demands thy view!” She seem'd to wander with assiduous feet, He said: and straightway from the opposite Isle And heal'd the recent harm of chill and blight, A Vapor sniled, as when a cloud, exhaled And nurseu cach plant ihat fair and virtuous grow. From Egypt's fields that steam hot pestilence,

Travels the sky for inany a trackless league, But soon a deep precursive sound moan'd hollow: Till o'er some Death-doom'd land, distant in vain,

It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain, Black rose the clouds, and now (as in a dream) l'heir reudening shapes, transformed to Warrior Facing the Isle, a brighter cloud aroso,

And steer'd its course which way the Vapor weni. hosis, Coursed o'er the Sky, and batiled in mid-air. The Maiden paused, musing what this might mean Nor did not the large blood-drops fall from licaven But long time pass’d not, ere that brighter cloud Poricnious! while alofi were scen to float, Returu'd more bright; along the plain it swept : Like hideous features booming on the mist,

And soon from forth its bursting sides emerged Wan Stains of ominous Light! Resign'd, yet sad, A dazzling form, broad-bosound, bold of eye, The fair Form bowed her olive-crowned Brow, And wild her hair, save where with laurels bound. Then o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye

Not more majestic stood the healing God, Fled till a Place of Tombs she reach'd, and there When from luis bow the arrow sped that siew Within a ruined Sepulchre obscure

Iluge Python. Shriek'd Ambition's giant throng, Found Hiding-place.

And with them hiss'd the Locust-tiends that crawl'd

And glitter'd in Corruption's slimy track.
The delegated Maid

Great was their wrath, for short they knew their Gazed through her tears, then in sad tones exclaiin'd,

reign; “ Thou muild-eyed Form! where ore, ah! wherefore And such commotion made they, and uproar, fled ?

As when the mad Tornado bellows through The power of Justico, like a name all Light,

The guilty islands of the western main, Shone from thy brow; but all they, who vnblamed What time departing from their native shores, Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.

Eboe, or Koromantyn's* plain of Palms,
Ah! why, uninjured and unprofited,
Should multitudes against their brethren rush?

• The slaves in the West Indies consider denth as a pasaport Why sow they guili, still reaping Misery?

to their native country. This sentiment is thus exprresed is lenicni of care, ihy songs, O Peace! are sweet, the introduction to a Greek Prize-Ole on the Slave Trade, of As afier showers the perfumed gale of eve,

which the ideas are better than the language in which they That slings the cool drops on a feverous cheek:

are conveyed. And yay the grassy altar piled with fruits.

Ω σκοτου πυλας, Θανατε, προλειπων But boasis the shrine of Dæmon War one charm,

Ες γενος σπευδοις υποζευχθιν Ατα: Save that with many an orgie strange and foul,

Ου ξενισθη στη γενυων σπαραγμοι; Dancing around with interwoven arms,

Ουδ' ολολυγμω,
The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder

Αλλα και κυκλοισι χοροι τυποισι
Exuli in their fierce union ? I am sad,
And know not why the simple Peasants crowd

Κ' ασματων χαρα φοβερος μεν εσσι
Beneath the Chiottains' standard !" Thus the Maid.

Αλλ' ομως Ελευθερια συνοικείς,

,

Στυγνε Τυραννε! !

Δασκιους επει πτερυγίσσι σησι To her the tutelary Spirit replied:

Α! θαλασσιον καθορωντες οιδμα * When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores

Αιθεροπλαγτοις υπο ποσσ' '
No more can ruuse the appetites of Kings;

Πατριό έπ' αιαν.
When the low flattery of their reptile Lords
Falls flat and heavy on the accustom'd ear;

Ενθα μας Ερασαι Ερωμενησιν
When Lunuchs sing, and Foo's bullonery make,

Αμφι πηγησιν κιτρινων υπ' αλσων, , And Dancers writhe their liarlo:-limbs in vain;

Οσσ'υπο βρoτοις επαθον βροτσι, τα
Then War and all its dread vicissitudes

Δεινα λεγοναι. .
Pleasingly agitate their stagnant Hearts ;
Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats,

LITERAL TRANSLATION.
Insipid Royalty's keen condiment !

Leaving the Gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thod to a Therefore uninjured and unprofited

Race yoked with Misery! Thou wilt not be received with

αντισι

'The infuriate spirits of the Murder'd make Thus saying, from the answering Maid he passid,
Fierce merriment, and vengeance ask of Heaven. And with him disappeard the Heavenly Vision.
Warm'd with new influence, the wholesome plain
Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the Morn :

Glory to Thee, Father of Earth and Heaven' The Sun that rose on Freedom, rose in blood! All-conscious Presence of the Universe !

Nature's vast Ever-acting Energy! “ Maiden beloved, and Delegate of Heaven!”

In Will, in Deed, Impulse of All to All! To her the tutelary Spirit said)

Whether thy love with unrefracted ray

Beam on the Prophet's purged eye, or if Soon shall the Morning struggle into Day,

Diseasing realms the enthusiast, wild of thought The stormy Morning into cloudless Noon. Much hast thou seen, nor all canst understand

Scatter new frenzies on the infected throng,
But this be thy best Omen—Save thy Country!”

Thou both inspiring and predooming both,
Fit instruments and best, of perfect end :

Glory to Thec, Father of Earth and Heaven!” lacerations of cheeks, not with funeral ululation--but with circling dances and the joy of songs. Thou art terrible indeed,

And first a landscape rose, yet thou dwellest with Liberty, stern Genius: Dorne on thy More wild and waste and desolate than where dark pinions over the swelling of ocean, they return to their native country. There, by the side of Fountains beneath The white bear, drifting on a field of ice, Citron-groves, the lovers tell to their beloved what borrors, Howls to her sunder'd cubs with piteous rage being Men, they had endured from Men.

And savage agony.

Sibylline Zeaves.

I POEMS OCCASIONED BY POLITICAL may appear to mortals. The second Strophe calls

EVENTS OR FEELINGS CONNECTED on men to suspend their private joys and sorrowa WITH THEM.

and devote them for a while to the cause of humax nature in general. The first Epode speaks of the Empress of Russia, who died of an apoplexy on the

17th of November, 1796; having just cor.cluded a When I have borne in memory what has tamed subsidiary treaty with the Kings combined against Great nations, how ennobling thoughts depart France. The first and second Antistrophe describe When men change swords for legers, and desert

the Image of the Departing Year, etc. as in a vision The student's bower for gold, some fears annamed I had, my country! Am I to be blamed ?

The second Epode prophesies, in anguish of spirit, But, when I think of Thee, and what Thou art,

the downfall of this country.
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfisial foars 1 am ashamed.
Bat dearly must we prize thee; we who find

I.
In thee a bulwark of the cause of men ;

SPIRIT who' sweepest the wild Harp of Time! And I by my affection was beguiled.

It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
What wonder if a poet, now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,

Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!
Felt for thee as a Lover or a Child.

Yet, mine eye fix'd on Heaven's unchanging clime, Wordsworth. Long when I listen'd, free from mortal fear,

With inward stillness, and submitted mind; ODE TO THE DEPARTING YEAR.*

When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,

I saw the train of the DEPARTING YEAR! loù, low, w kard.

Starting from my silent sadness, Υπ' αυ με δεινός ορθομαντείας πόνος

Then with no unholy madness, Στροβεί, ταράσσων φροιμίοις έφημίοις.

Ere yet the enter'd cloud foreclosed my sight,

I raised the impetuous song, and solemnized his Το μέλλον ήξει. Και συ μην πάχα παρών

flight.
'Αγαν γ' αληθόμαντιν μ' έρείς.
ÆSCHYL. Agam. 1225.

II.
Hither, from the recent tomb,

From the prison's direr gloom,

From Disteinper's midnight anguish; ARGUMENT. The Ode commences with an Address to the Divine And thence, where Poverty doth waste and languish, Providence, that regulates into one vast harmony all

Or where, his two bright torches blending, the events of time, however calamitous some of them

Love illumines manhood's maze ;
Or where, o'er cradled infants hending,

Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze,
This Ode was composed on the 21th, Pith, and 26th dayg
of December, 1796: and was first published on the last day of

Hither, in perplexed dance, thai sear.

Ye Woes ! ye young-eyed Joys! advance!

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By Time's wild harp, and by the hand

“ Thou in stormy blackness throning
Whose indefatigable sweep

Love and uncreated Light,
Raises its fateful strings from sleep,

By the Earth's unsolaced groaning,
I bid you haste, a mix'd tumultuous band!

Seize thy terrors, Arm of might!
From every private bower,

By Peace with proffer'd insult sacred,
And each domestic hearth,

Masked Haie and envying Scorn!
Haste for one solemn hour ;

By Years of Havoc yet unborn!
And with a loud and yet a louder voice, And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds barel!
O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth

But chief by Afric's wrongs,
Weep and rejoice!

Strange, horrible, and foul !
Still echoes the dread Name that o'er the earth

By what deep guilt belongs Let slip the storm, and woke the brood of Hell:

To the deaf Synod, · full of gifts and lies" And now advance in saintly Jubilee By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's howl! Justice and Truth! They too have heard thy spell,

Avenger, rise !
They too obey thy name, Divinest Liberty! For ever shall the thankless Island scowl,

Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow?

Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven, O speak aloud III.

And on the darkling foe I mark'd Ambition in his war-array!

Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud! I heard the mailed Monarch's troublous cry“ O dart the flash! O rise and deal the blow! "Ah! wherefore does the Northern Conqueress stay! The past to thee, to thee the future cries ! Groans not her chariot on its onward way ?”

Hark! how wide Nature joins her groans low! Fly, mailed Monarch, fly !

Rise, God of Nature ! rise."
Stunn’d by Death's twice mortal mace,

No more on Murder's lurid face
The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye!

VI.
Manes of the unnumber'd slain !
Ye that gasp'd on Warsaw's plain!

The voice had ceased, the vision fled ;
Ye that erst at Ismail's tower,

Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd with dread. When human ruin choked the streams,

And ever, when the dream of night Fell in conquest's glutted hour,

Renews the phantom to my sight, Mid women's shrieks and infants' screams!

Cold sweat-drops gather on my limbs ; Spirits of the uncoftin'd slain,

My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start; Sudden blasts of triumph swelling,

My brain with horrid tumult swims; Oft, at night, in misty train,

Wild is the tempest of my heart ; Rush around her narrow dwelling!

And my thick and struggling breath The exterminating fiend is fled

Imitates the toil of Death ! (Foul her life, and dark her doom)

No stronger agony confounds Mighty armies of the dead

The Soldier on the war-field spread, Dance like death-fires round her tomb!

When all foredone with toil and wounds, Then with prophetic song relate,

Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead Each some tyrant-murderer's fate !

(The strife is o'er, the day-light Aed,

And the night-wind clamors hoarse !

See! the starting wretch's head
IV.

Lies pillow'd on a brother's corse !)
Departing Year! 't was on no earthly shore

My soul beheld thy vision! Where alone,
Voiceless and stern, before the cloudy throne,

VII.
Aye Memory sits: thy robe inscribed with gore, Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile,
With many an unimaginable groan

O Albion! O my mother Isle !
Thou storieu'st thy sad hours ! Silence ensued,

Thy valleys, fair as Eden's bowers, Deep silence o'er the ethereal multitude,

Glitter green with sunny showers; Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths with

Thy grassy uplands' gentle swells glories shone.

Echo to the bleat of flocks Then, his eye wild ardors glancing,

(Those grassy hills, those glittering dells From the choired Gods advancing,

Proudly ramparted with rocks);
The Spirit of the Earth made reverence meet, And Ocean, 'mid his uproar wild
And stood up, beautiful, before the cloudy seat. Speaks safety to his ISLAND-CHILD!

Hence, for many a fearless age
V.

Has social Quiet loved thy shore !
Throughout the blissful throng,

Nor ever proud Invader's rage Hush'd were harp and song :

Or sack'd thy towers, or stain'd thy fields with gore Till wheeling round the throne the Lampads seven

(The mystic Words of Heaven), Permissive signal make :

VIII. The fervent Spirit bow'd, then spread his wings and Abandond, of Heaven' mad Avarice thy guide, spako!

At cowardly distance, yet kindling with pride

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