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From the horizon will rise conflicts and progress The later is better than the former in rebuilding The fallen walls of the grand citadel amidst grass To stand anew that tardy root that out shooting In zealous nous to shelter its grandson's prospect And to strain the form Fig that stood before, hops To branch broadly and vastness follow to protect Govern, nature, reserve the lost and found hopes Of both the comrade and us born in the free doom. let not the new dispensation hallow deviation only On scripts and manifestos, Practicality off doom Is the plea seek from the gifted by Appollo solely. If then the my poetry tells no lie, I be glad too, and The brwal which spelt ceaseless at the kickoff end.