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This magic of the whirl for South.

'Tis the faltering friend, an inanimate land, may drag a great soul

And earth's green banner shakes.

With lamps for day in ghostly rows,

For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that

This magic of the whirl for South.

Future in trust.

Future in trust.

Are they who point our pathway and sustain.

While stands he yet in his grime and sweatto wrestle for fruits of

Breaks to the scene of hosts afoot,

Their tricks beneath the father sun,

to run in a stream:

Make man, behold, nor count the low the least,

Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod.

With sound of its own hungry quest;

Make man, behold, nor count the low the least,

This magic of the whirl for South.

As though they caught a broken clue;

That haunts the farmer's look abroad,

The grasses one vast underhum.

The phantom of the snowwreath melt,

To see Life's formless offspring and subdue

Their faces are a glass to greet

This magic of the whirl for South.

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