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Before thee all my pulses thrill, Old hopes and dreams awake in me; O Victory, Lead, lead but thou mine eager will, I follow fast and far until Some day my ship shall harbor thee! BEFORE THEE ALL MY PULSES THRILL OLD HOPES AND DREAMS AWAKEN ME O VICTORY DEED LEAD BUT THOU MINE EAGER WILL I FOLLOW FAST AND FAR UNTIL SOME DAY MY SHIP SHALL HARBOUR THEE
eeds of great emprise And fly before The eager, throbbing hearts that know No goal but victory, even so, Above the restless breakers’ roar, Upon the high cliff evermore Thou standest with bright wings outspread, In all thy fresh-wrought godlihead, Beloved of the conqueror! And as I gaze I seem to trace The features of thy fearless face, The matchless marvel of its grace That like a star Across the seas of Samothrace Shone forth afar; I hear the southern winds intone Whilst backward blown Thy trailing garments, fluttering From out the slender girdle, cling About thy limbs and so confess Their lines of perfect loveliness; Then suddenly o’er everything Great shouts and martial echoes ring! I see thee, storm-like, rushing past Thy hand upon the carven mast, And harken whilst thy proud lips fling The loud, triumphal trumpet blast! O glorious image! what if time Hath smitten with ungentle touch Thy perfect beauty? Still sublime Thou art a conqueror, and still All men unite to name thee such! E AND URGE TO DEEDS OF GREAT AND PRIZE AND FLY BEFORE THE EAGER THROBBING HEARTS THAT KNOW NO GOAL BUT VICTORY EVEN SO ABOVE THE RESTLESS BREAKERS ROAR UPON THE HIGH CLIFF EVERMORE THOU STANDEST WITH BRIGHT WINGS OUTSPREAD IN ALL THY FRESHLY WROUGHT GODLY HEAD BELOVED OF THE CONQUEROR AND AS I GAZE I SEEM TO TRACE THE FEATURES OF THY FEARLESS FACE THE MATCHLESS MARVEL OF ITS GRACE THAT LIKE THE STAR ACROSS THE SEAS OF SAMOTHRACE SHONE FORTH AFAR I HEAR THE SOUTHERN WINDS INTONE WHILST BACKWARD BLOWN THY TRAILING GARMENTS FLUTTERING FROM OUT THE SLENDER GIRDLE CLING ABOUT THY LIMBS AND SO CONFESS THEIR LINES OF PERFECT LOVELINESS THEN SUDDENLY OR EVERY THING GREAT SHOUTS AND MARTIAL ECHOES RING I SEE THEE STORM LIKE RUSHING PAST THY HAND UPON THE CARVEN MAST AND HEARKEN WHILST THY PROUD LIPS FLING THOU LOUD TRIUMPHAL TRUMPET BLAST O GLORIOUS IMAGE WHAT IF TIME HATH SMITTEN WITH UNGENTLE TOUCH THY PERFECT BEAUTY STILL SUBLIME THOU ART A CONQUEROR AND STILL ALL MEN UNITE TO NAME THEE SUCH
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