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514 There is one who shall surely requite
 * All that endure or that err:

She can answer alone:
 * Ask not of me, but of her.

Liberty, what of the night?—
 * I feel not the red rains fall,
 * Hear not the tempest at all,

Nor thunder in heaven any more. All the distance is white
 * With the soundless feet of the sun.

Night, with the woes that it wore,
 * Night is over and done.

May the light soon dawn. May the word of the poet and prophet soon come true. This is my closing greeting to you.