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Alfred Austin - "Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies"
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Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies
 From out her tents behind the screening hill,
 And speeds her glittering lances on the valleys
 Where hostile mists, unconscious, slumber still.
 Roused from their vain security, they clamber
 Up the far slopes and seek the open sky,
 Till hill and dale are tinged with gold and amber,
 The spoils of victory from those that fly.
 Thus when, as though surrendered to the Night,
 Men`s spirits sleep, shall wakeful Freedom burst
  With piercing ray even here, and flood with light
 Each skulking nook by loutish custom curst;
 But in the glow of victory will spare,
 Turning all ill to good, all foul to fair.
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