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Herman Melville - The Night March
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With banners furled and clarions mute,
  An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
  The dark with bright.

In silence deep the legions stream,
  With open ranks, in order true;
Over boundless plains they stream and
    gleam--
  No chief in view!

Afar, in twinkling distance lost,
  (So legends tell) he lonely wends
And back through all that shining host
  His mandate sends.
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