A life in song . OTE SEVENTH. Years passd, the soldier onthe morrow said, In which the poet, waiving allthings steps upon the threshold of old on with all the ardor of a thus would free the bondman. Far his feetWould journey through the land from town to trumpet-blast of truth his lips would courting oft maltreatment by his throngs, erelong, with whom he marchd unarmd,A champion of that love of man for manWhich cannot rest ere all have last, when old and new thought, ranged in sides,Had brought the war that was inevit
A life in song . OTE SEVENTH. Years passd, the soldier onthe morrow said, In which the poet, waiving allthings steps upon the threshold of old on with all the ardor of a thus would free the bondman. Far his feetWould journey through the land from town to trumpet-blast of truth his lips would courting oft maltreatment by his throngs, erelong, with whom he marchd unarmd,A champion of that love of man for manWhich cannot rest ere all have last, when old and new thought, ranged in sides,Had brought the war that was inevitable,Enlisting in the ranks he fought his wayFrom private soldier up to did the brave man leave that sea of war,Oerswept by storms and strewn with many a wreck,284 NOTE SEVENTH. 285 Before the waves roard only where the surfForetold the channels of the peaceful when, at last, throughout the lands extentMens hearts were beating wildly as the drums,And shouts were echoing widely as the bellsTha
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