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"UBI SUNT QUI ANTE NOS?" That the astral world's telepathy along their aisles of light

Has summoned our brave immortals, this selfsame mortal night,

All in that rare existence where thoughts a substance are,

To their native planet's aura, from journeyings near and far;

And that now with forms made over, and life as jocund and young

As when they here kept wassail and joined in the catches sung,

They have met in the ancient fashion, and now in the old-time speech

Are chanting their Vivat Centuria just out of our hearing's reach?

Yes, O yes,—as the pictured ghosts of Huns war on in middle air

With a fiercer battle-hunger from the field upflinging there,—

And since the things we have chosen from all, as most of worth

Forever here and hereafter, cease not with the end of Earth;

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