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THE BANNER OF BLOOD.

The armies of the Night are breaking fast,
The mists are shattered and the shadows flee,
And on the silence of the earth and sea,
The spell of speech and melody is east;
Yet thine the songs I hear for peril past,
And in the sunbeams I behold but thee,
Disthroning darkness, to unveil at last
The splendid spaces of the world to be.
The waters wild at thy sweet footstep fawn,
And warring winds make peace and round thee play,
While bane is turned to blessing on thy way;
And in a dream I see thee upward drawn,
Beneath the blood-red banner of the Dawn,
And towards the gates of everlasting Day.