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A Crown of of ivy
I submit my
To the young hand that gives it, --young, 'tis true,
But with a right, for 'tis a poet's too

Free is the wind that lashes into
The fortress waves that gird the Sea-King’s
And free the war-worn Flag that is our
That fear, nor treason, nor the Storm-God’s might,