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 | American poems, selected and original |  |
They upward gaze—a warrior struck their sight;
He bore aloft his lance,
All sheath'd in arms, insufferably bright,
Where beamy splendours dance.
He bore aloft his lance,
All sheath'd in arms, insufferably bright,
Where beamy splendours dance.
| American poems, selected and original | |