What shock that shakes? what chance that jars?

Time gave thee, as he gave none other,

A station like a star's.

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XLVIII

The storm that shrieks, the wind that wages

War with the wings of hopes that climb

Too high toward heaven in doubt sublime,

Assail not thee, approved of ages

The towering crown of time.

XLIX

Toward thee this year thy children turning

With souls uplift of changeless cheer

Salute with love that casts out fear,

With hearts for beacons round thee burning,

The token of this year.

L

With just and sacred jubilation

Let earth sound answer to the sea

For witness, blown on winds as free,

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