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xxxviii.

For now the deep dense plumes of night are thinned

Surely with winnowing of the glimmering wind
Whose feet are fledged with morning; and the breath
Begins in heaven that sings the dark to death.
And all the night wherein men groaned and sinned
Sickens at heart to hear what sundawn saith.

xxxix.

O first-born sons of hope and fairest, ye

Whose prows first clove the thought-unsounded sea
Whence all the dark dead centuries rose to bar
The spirit of man lest truth should make him free,
The sunrise and the sunset, seeing one star,
Take heart as we to know you that ye are.

xl.

Ye rise not and ye set not; we that say

Ye rise and set like hopes that set and rise