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 But this man found his mother dead and slain, With fast sealed eyes, And bade the dead rise up and live again, And she did rise.

And all the world was bright with her through him: But dark with strife, Like heaven's own sun that storming clouds bedim, Was all his life.

Life and the clouds are vanished: hate and fear Have had their span Of time to hurt, and are not: he is here, The sunlike man.

City superb that hadst Columbus first For sovereign son, Be prouder that thy breast hath later nurst This mightier one.