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THE YEAR OF PEACE.
Ah people, rear your shafts of pride, loud hymns and endless praises pour—Their countless graves ye may not hide, and Love sits weeping evermore!"
Peace, peace, ye midnight harpers wild! ye hills your echoing sighs refrain!All cherub-fair yon rosy child, star-heralded, comes down to reign,From heaven a voice the silence rends—while crowned and sceptred on he moves—"Columbians, lo! the fire descends, and God your holocaust approves!"
