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 Wind, that has blown here always ceaselessly,

Bringing, if any man can understand,

Might to the mighty, freedom to the free;

Wind, that has caught us, cleansed us, made us grand,

Wind that is we

(We that were men)—make men in all this land,

That so may live and wrestle and hate that when

They fall at last exultant, as we fell,

And come to God, God may say, "Do you come then

Mildly enquiring, is it heaven or hell?

Why! Ye were men!

Back to your winds and rains. Be these your heaven and hell!"

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