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Rh He speaks to crowded faces—round him surge
 * Thousands and millions of excited men:

He hears them cheer—sees some vast light emerge—
 * Is borne as on a tempest—thenah, then,

The fancies fade, the fever's work is past;
 * A deepened pang, then recollection's thrill;

He feels the faithful lips that kiss their last.
 * His heart beats once in answer, and is still!

The curtain falls: but hushed, as if afraid,
 * The people wait, tear-stained, with heaving breast;

'Twill rise again, they know, when he is laid
 * With Freedom, in the Capitol, at rest.