of ants in the realm in her gleam of a name; million million of Faith at her suns? zenith, or all but lost in Lies upon the gloom of 5 this side, lies doubts that upon that darken the side, schools; truthless Craft with a violence bunch of mourn’d by in her the Wise, hand, Thousands follow’d up of voices by her vassal drowning his legion of own in a fools; popular torrent of Trade flying lies upon over a lies; thousand seas with Stately her spice purposes, and her valor in vintage, her battle, silk and her glorious corn; annals of Desolate army and offing, fleet, sailorless Death for harbors, the right famishing cause, death populace, for the wharves wrong forlorn; cause, trumpets of Star of the 15 victory, morning, groans of Hope in the defeat; sunrise; gloom of the Innocence evening, Life seeth’d in at a close; her mother’s Pleasure milk, and who flaunts Charity on her wide setting the downway martyr with her aflame; flying robe Thraldom and her 10 who walks poison’d with the rose; banner of Freedom, Pain, that and recks has crawl’d not to ruin a from the corpse of
of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? Lies upon this side, lies upon that side, truthless violence mourn’d by the Wise, 5 Thousands of voices drowning his own in a popular torrent of lies upon lies; Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, Death for the right cause, death for the wrong cause, trumpets of victory, groans of defeat; Innocence seeth’d in her mother’s milk, and Charity setting the martyr aflame; Thraldom who walks with the banner of Freedom, and recks not to ruin a realm in her name; 10 Faith at her zenith, or all but lost in the gloom of doubts that darken the schools; Craft with a bunch of in her hand, follow’d up by her vassal legion of fools; Trade flying over a thousand seas with her spice and her vintage, her silk and her corn; Desolate offing, sailorless harbors, famishing populace, wharves forlorn; Star of the morning, Hope in the sunrise; gloom of the evening, Life at a close; 15 Pleasure who flaunts on her wide downway with her flying robe and her poison’d rose; Pain, that has crawl’d from the corpse of
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