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64 So huge the all-mastering thought that drove—

So brief the term allowed—

Nations, not words, he linked to prove

His faith before the crowd.

It is his will that he look forth

Across the world he won—

The granite of the ancient North—

Great spaces washed with sun.

There shall he patient make his seat

(As when the Death he dared),

And there await a people's feet

In the paths that he prepared.

There, till the vision he forsaw

Splendid and whole arise,

And unimagined Empires draw

To council 'neath his skies,

The immense and brooding Spirit still

Shall quicken and control.

Living he was the land, and dead,

His soul shall be her soul!