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A NOON-DAY DREAM.
XI.
Who is he who smilingly stands.Like a guest from unknown lands? Underneath the violet skies— Sleep already in his eyes—A sailor to a happier coast,Rip Van Winkle drinks the toast.
XII.
The swiftly changing scene now bringsA grand conclave of earthly kings; Columbia's colors are unfurled, She proudly welcomes all the world.A hundred years her heart has known,Their light upon her brow is thrown. All nations in their pride and power Bow down before their Century Flower.
XIII.
Buried in wreathes of ivy greenA marble sepulchre is seen— Cold guardian of a brave man's dust, Who sleeps the sleep of all the just—His name in lettering of gold,Upon a nation's heart is told,
