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I Earn'd the ribbon as we earn a smile

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For service done. I help'd thee at the stile;

And so 'twas mine, my trophy, as of right.

Oh, never yet was ribbon half so bright!

It seem'd of sky-descent,—a strip of morn

Thrown on the sod,—a something summer-worn

To be my guerdon; and, enriched therewith,

I follow'd thee, thy suitor, through the corn.

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I trod on air. I seem'd to hear the sound

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Of fifes and trumpets and the quick rebound

Of bells unseen,—the storming of a tower

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