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VI.Thine is the subtle element that turnsTo fearless act the impulse of the hour,—The secret fire, whose flash electric burnsTo every source of passion and of power.Therefore I hail thee, on thy glittering track:Therefore I watch thee, when the night grows dark,Slow-rising, front Orion's sword along The starry zodiac,And from thy mystic beam demand a sparkTo warm my soul with more heroic song.
