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THE PROPHECY OF THE DEAD.
"When the foes of the nation have pressed
To its lips the sponge reeking in gall;
When the spear has gone into its breast,
And the skies have been rent by its call;
It shall rise from its rest:
It shall rise and shall rule over all."
To its lips the sponge reeking in gall;
When the spear has gone into its breast,
And the skies have been rent by its call;
It shall rise from its rest:
It shall rise and shall rule over all."
