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104 Sunlike it creeps; a flood of light, with blessings in its train; The darkened land, the barren land, shall ne'er be so again. O Western light! O light of blood! O hue of England's war! He starts to life with sudden bound, to speak of peace no more. "Ho! call the chiefs; ho! bid the men to gather on the lawn, Prepare the boats—in silence all—we cross before the dawn." But those who heard the welcome word, still wondered that he said— "Perplexed, I ween, my rest has been, but God is for the Red."