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I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she
II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres
II Over the ...

When Yankee soldiers reach the
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade
For she is there in armor clad, today,
All the young poets of the wide world say