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William Wordsworth - The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing
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The power of Armies is a visible thing, 
 Formal and circumscribed in time and space; 
But who the limits of that power shall trace 
Which a brave People into light can bring 
Or hide, at will,—for freedom combating 
By just revenge inflamed? No foot may chase, 
No eye can follow, to a fatal place 
That power, that spirit, whether on the wing 
Like the strong wind, or sleeping like the wind 
Within its awful caves.—From year to year 
Springs this indigenous produce far and near; 
No craft this subtle element can bind, 
  Rising like water from the soil, to find 
  In every nook a lip that it may cheer.
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