The sufferance of her race is shown, And retrospect of life, Which now too late deliverance dawns upon; Yet is she not at strife. Her children`s children they shall know The good withheld from her; And so her reverie takes prophetic cheer-- In spirit she sees the stir. Far down the depth of thousand years, And marks the revel shine; Her dusky face is lit with sober light, Sibylline, yet benign.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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