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An old, old man, in thicker shades
 * Than brood upon the brows of Night,

Hath lit the ghastly Everglades
 * With an imperishable light;

A light more brilliant in its flame
 * From the dusk soul from whence it came,

Amid the war-cloud’s clashing fame—