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222 Heard your determin'd voice launched forth again and again,

Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp'd cannon,

I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year. 







Paumanok starting I fly Hke a bird,

Around and around to soar to sing the idea of all,

To the north betaking myself to sing there arctic songs,