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Thou hast been across red fields of war, where shiver' d helmets lie, And thou bringest thence the thrilling note of a clarion in the sky; A rustling of proud banner-folds, a peal of stormy drums,— All these are in thy music met, as when a leader comes.

Thou hast been o'er solitary seas, and from their wastes brought back Each noise of waters that awoke in the mystery of thy track; The chime of low soft southern waves on some green palmy shore, The hollow roll of distant surge, the gather'd billows roar.