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A spirit that through coming time
Shall bear a hallowed name;
The glory of old conquerors
Shall pale before his fame.
Shall bear a hallowed name;
The glory of old conquerors
Shall pale before his fame.
And young Ambition on his course
Shall turn his eagle eye;
And men invoke his sainted shade
In threat’ning anarchy.
Shall turn his eagle eye;
And men invoke his sainted shade
In threat’ning anarchy.
No baleful meteor shall he be,
To dazzle from afar;
But in the firmament of Fame
A fixed, a polar star!
To dazzle from afar;
But in the firmament of Fame
A fixed, a polar star!
