AN AUTUMN VISION.
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Well-beloved and welcome, sounding all the clarions of
the sky,
Rolling all the marshalled waters toward the charge
that storms the shore,
We receive, acclaim, salute thee, we who live and dream
and die,
As the mightiest mouth of song that ever spake
acclaimed of yore.
We that live as they that perish praise thee, lord of
cloud and wave,
Wind of winds, clothed on with darkness whence as
lightning light comes forth,
We that know thee strong to guard and smite, to scatter
and to save,
We to whom the south-west wind is dear as Athens
held the north.
He for her waged war as thou for us against all powers
defiant,
Fleets full-fraught with storm from Persia, laden deep
with death from Spain:
