Iii
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.
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