  Who in the gorgeous vanguard of the years With wingÈd helmet glistens, let him hold Ere he pluck down this banner, crying "It bears An old device"; for, though it seem the old, It is the new! No rent shroud of the past, But its transfigured spirit that still shines Triumphantly before the foremost lines, Even from the first prophesying the last. And whoso dreams to pluck it down shall stand Bewildered, while the great host thunders by; And he shall show the rent shroud in his hand And "Lo, I lead the van!" he still shall cry; While leagues away, the spirit-banner shines Rushing in triumph before the foremost lines. |
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