Nor Greece nor England on a brow more brave

Beheld your flame against the wind burn higher:

Nor all the gusts that blanch life's worldly wave

With surf and surge could quench its flawless fire:

No blast of all that blow

Might bid the torch burn low

That lightens on us yet as o'er his pyre,

Indomitable of storm,

That now no flaws deform

Nor thwart winds baffle ere it all aspire,

One light of godlike breath and flame,

To write on heaven with man's most glorious names his name.

10.

The very dawn was dashed with stormy dew

And freaked with fire as when God's hand would mar

Palaces reared of tyrants, and the blue

Deep heaven was kindled round her thunderous car,

That saw how swift a gathering glory grew

About him risen, ere clouds could blind or bar

A splendour strong to burn and burst them through

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