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 And here in the press of them standing We know not if these or if we Live truliest, or anchored to landing Or drifted to sea.

In the valley he named of decision No denser were multitudes met When the soul of the seer in her vision Saw nations for doom of them set; Saw darkness in dawn, and the splendour Of judgment, the sword and the rod; But the doom here of death is more tender And gentler the god.