The steam; Floats up from those dim fields about the homes; Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
The steam; Floats up from those dim fields about the homes; Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
I dreamed there would be Spring no more, That Nature's ancient power was lost.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
He never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor paltered with Eternal God for power.
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