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150 While, through the tangled silken haze, Blue eyes looked forth in eager gaze, More starlike than the gems that blaze About a monarch's crown.

My son, there comes to each an hour When sinks the spirit's pride— When weary hands forget their power The strokes of death to guide: In such a moment, warriors say, A word the panic rout may stay, A sudden charge redeem the day And turn the living tide.

I could not see, for blinding tears, The glories of the west: A heavenly music filled mine ears, A heavenly peace my breast.