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Kinsmen! I see, in these dark pregnant hours

Of shadow, when the heavens are overcast

With smoke of ruined fanes and ancient towers,

While throttled peoples yield and nations die,

The morning star of vengeance shine at last,

And hear your armies thundering prophecy. Morley Roberts