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Unformatted text preview: It bounds in its freshening might. Silent and soon, Like a broadened moon, It passes in sheen, Asopus green, And bursts on Cithaeron gray! The warder wakes to the Signal-rays, And it swoops from the hill with a broader blaze. On, on the fiery Glory rode; Thy lonely lake, Gorgopis, glowed! To Megara's Mount it came; They feed it again And it streams amain-- A giant beard of Flame! The headland cliffs that darkly down O'er the Saronic waters frown, Are passed with the Swift One's lurid stride, And the huge rock glares on the glaring tide. With mightier march and fiercer power It gained Arachne's neighboring tower; Thence on our Argive roof its rest it won, Of Ida's fire the long-descended Son! Bright Harbinger of glory and of joy! So first and last with equal honor crowned, In solemn feasts the race-torch circles round. -- And these my heralds! -- this my SIGN OF PEACE; Lo! while we breathe, the victor lords of Greece Stalk, in stern tumult, through the halls of Troy!...
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