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As down a lone valley
with cedars o’erspread,
From war’s dread confusion
I pensively strayed,
The gloom from the face
of fair heaven retired,
The winds hushed their murmurs,
the thunders expired.
Fair science her gate
to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn
hide the beams of her star.
New bards and new sages
unrivalled shall soar
To fame unextinguished
when time is no more.
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