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, well for the fortunate soulWhich Music's wings infold,Stealing away the memoryOf sorrows new and old!Yet happier he whose inward sight,Stayed on his subtile thought,Shuts his sense on toys of time,To vacant bosoms brought.But best befriended of the GodHe who, in evil times,Warned by an inward voice,Heeds not the darkness and the dread,Biding by his rule and choice,Feeling only the fiery threadLeading over heroic ground,Walled with mortal terror round,To the aim which him allures,And the sweet heaven his deed secures. Stainless soldier on the walls,Knowing this,--and knows no more,--Whoever fights, whoever falls,Justice conquers evermore, Justice after as before,--And he who battles on her side,God, though he were ten times slain,Crowns him victor glorified,Victor over death and pain;Forever: but his erring foe,Self-assured that he prevails,Looks from his victim lying low,And sees aloft the red right armRedress the eternal scales.He, the poor foe, whom angels foil,Blind with pride, and fooled by hate,Writhes within the dragon coil,Reserved to a speechless fate.
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