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II.
In these fleet moments interposedEre yet once more the foemen closed,
In inner vision every man
Lived o'er again his whole life's span.
Only of plunder many thought,
But here and there was one who caught
Swift glimpses, borne on spirit-wings,
Of God, of Heaven, of holy things—
Who felt his courage no less high
Because he was prepared to die.
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