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By Blue Ontario’s Shore

 7
  (Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
  Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
  I mark the new aureola around your head,
  No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
  With war's flames and the lambent lightnings playing,
  And your port immovable where you stand,
  With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
  And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly
      crush'd beneath you,
  The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his
      senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
  The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
  To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
  An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.)

 

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