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Then came a sound of the trumpet afar,— The nations were gathering together in war, Like a cloud in the sunset; the banner was spread; Victory had dyed it of meteor red; Floating scarfs shew'd their broider'd fold, White foam dash'd the bridles of gold: Gallant it was the sight to see Of the young and noble chivalrie. In sooth, this earth is a lovely place; Pass not in darkness over her face; Yet call back thy words of doom— They are too gay and too fair for the tomb. . Thou hast seen on earth, as a passer by, But the outward show of mortality: Go, let the veil from thine eyes depart; Search the secrets of every heart;