  Of old upon the earth sat Justice crowned, And truth clear-flashing from her lucent eyes Withered the pale and festering jealousies That in diseased hearts a harbour found; But when the voice of hate and the shrill sound Of rancorous spite and greed gat strength to rise, Borne on the vaporous breath of poisoning lies, Through realms that had shone pure with peace profound, Then wintry grief upon her bright face froze, And her white wings she spread, and soaring high, Where the unsealed mountain meets the sky, Mantled her in a robe of ageless snows: Thence in the sobbing breeze is borne her sigh, Thence her far voice that once was heard anigh. |
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