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314 LXI

not see myself again

A wanderer o'er the Atlantic main;

I do not backward turn my eye

T'wards sleepless sea and stormy sky.

Oh no; these brighter visions vast

To woodlands of the west have past;

And there shall Hesperus arise

To watch my treasure where it lies.

The present lands, the present clime,

Forbid the dreams of olden time;

The present thoughts, the present hour,

Are rife with deeds of sterner power:

And who shall be my leading star

Amid the howling storm of war?

Hark! listen to the distant gun

From the battlefield of Edwordston;

It breaks upon the awful roar

Which stuns my ears around,

And makes the shout of victory

Strike with a hollow sound.

My struggles all are crowned with power,

And Fortune gives a glorious hour.

Men who hate me kneel before me,

Men who kneel are forced t'adore me;

My name is on a million tongues,

The million babble on my wrongs;