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VATICINIUM: 1854.
The Poet and the Prophet are as oneTo scan the coming future; at a glance
His mind forecasts what shortly shall be done:
For, the quick spirit, running in advance
Of creeping Fact and halting Circumstance,
With God's own mind is tuned in unison;
And so to Truth, by more than guess or chance,
Vibrates intuitive:—he sees, he knows
What all-evolving Time shall soon disclose,—
Fierce armies, full of hate and arrogance,
Pour'd on fair England by converging streams,
And, roused at length (too late for vigilance)
Our peaceful people, startled from their dreams,
Grappling for life with tiger-bands from France!
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