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 Such conflict long did he maintain Within himself, and found no rest; Calm liberty he could not gain; And yet the service was unblest. His own life into danger brought By this sad burden—even that thought Raised self-suspicion which was strong, Swaying the brave Man to his wrong: And how, unless it were the sense Of all-disposing Providence, Its will intelligibly shewn, Finds he the Banner in his hand, Without a thought to such intent, Or conscious effort of his own? And no obstruction to prevent His Father's wish and last command! And, thus beset, he heaved a sigh; Remembering his own prophecy Of utter desolation, made To Emily in the yew-tree shade: