And the vast all that is call’d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
and become lost and dead.
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LO! Victress on the peaks!
(The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee;)Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all;Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,Flauntest now unharm’d, in immortal soundness and bloom–lo! in thesehours supreme,No poem proud, I, chanting, bring to thee–nor mastery’s rapturousverse;But a book, containing night’s darkness, and blood-dripping wounds,And psalms of the dead.