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Ah! then and there was harrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated.

A voice rang through the olive-wood, with a sudden trumpet's power— "We rise on all our hills! come forth! 'tis thy country's gathering hour—