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George MacDonald - To Garibaldi--W
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When at Philippi, he who would have freed
Great Rome from tyrants, for the season brief
That lay `twixt him and battle, sought relief
From painful thoughts, he in a book did read,
That so the death of Portia might not breed
Unmanful thoughts, and cloud his mind with grief:
Brother of Brutus, of high hearts the chief,
When thou at length receiv`st thy heavenly meed,
And I have found my hoping not in vain,
Tell me my book has wiled away one pang
That out of some lone sacred memory sprang,
Or wrought an hour`s forgetfulness of pain,
And I shall rise, my heart brimful of gain,
And thank my God amid the golden clang.
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