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16 In which thy colors shall be borne through fire, And all thy griefs washed out in manly blood— And I shall see thee crowned and bound with love, Thy strong sons round thee guarding thee. O star That lightens desolation, o'er her beam, Nor let the shadow of the pillar sink Too deep within her, till the dawn is red Of that white noon when men shall call her Queen!"

The deep voice quivering with affection ceased, And silent each they saw within the stone The captive nation and the mother's woe. Yet while their hearts the fine emotion warmed, Ere ebbed the deep-pulsed throb of brotherhood, The last one spoke, and held the wave at full:—

"Yea, brothers, his the noblest for its grief; Your love was loss—but his was sacrifice. Your light was sunlight, for the shallow sense,