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This land yearned for the yearning army, say'st thou?

So as to set me oft, from dark mind, groaning.

Whence came this ill mind—hatred to the army?

Of old, I use, for mischief's physic, silence.

And how, the chiefs away, did you fear any?

So that now,—late thy word,—much joy were—dying!