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Sing we of that whereof all song hath sense,That sovran mystery unnamed
That makes a nation in its just defence
So stern in confidence,
Stronger by far than it is bodily,
A thing not with the body to be tamed.
Beaten Antaeus-like to ground
It springs up like a forest tree.
Marne knows it not, impetuous for the sea,
But well ye know it, ye
Deep-minded, formidable listeners,
O Forests of the Marne!
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