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from the mountain's brow, the gathering shades Of twilight fall, on one deep thought I dwell: Day beams o'er other lands, if here she fades, Nor bids the Universe at once farewell.

But thou, I cry, my Country! what a night Spreads o'er thy glories one dark sweeping pall! Thy thousand triumphs won by valour's might, And wisdom's voice—what now remains of all?

And see'st thou not th' ascending flame of war, Burst thro' thy darkness, reddening from afar? Is not thy misery's evidence complete? But if endurance can thy fall delay, Still, still endure, devoted one! and say, If it be victory thus, but to retard defeat!