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love that rose on stronger wings, Unpalsied when he met with Death, Is comrade of the lesser faith That sees the course of human things.

No doubt vast eddies in the flood, Of onward time shall yet be made. And throned races may degrade; Yet O ye ministers of good,

Wild Hours that fly with Hope and Fear, If all your office had to do With old results that look like new, If this were all your mission here,

To draw, to sheathe a useless sword, To fool the crowd with glorious lies, To cleave a creed in sects and cries, To change the bearing of a word,