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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIX
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A glorious triumph. On that day of days
 When, standing on the summit`s utmost edge
 Of my first mountain--top, I viewed the maze
 Which I had travelled upwards, ledge on ledge,
 And all that wilderness of rock and plain
 Rolled at my feet, and, when with heel fast set
 On Nature`s neck, I knew the giant slain,
 My thrall, my prisoner, on the parapet,
 I was transfigured. Slowly in me rose
 The throb of courage as a sense new born.
 ``Even Man,`` I cried, ``Man`s self, my foe of foes,
 The phantom of my fears, shall feel my scorn
 Yet in a nobler war.`` And trembling then
 I seemed to stand, I too, a man with men.
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