And let the darkness gather round that world,
Not for the vision of thy glittering walls
We ask, nor glimpse of brilliant troops that roam
Thine ancient streets, thou sunless city,--
Wrap thy strange pavillions still in clouds,
Let the shades slumber round thy many homes,
By faith, and not by sight, through lowly paths
Of goodness, sorrow-led, to thee we come.
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PART FOURTH.
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FULFILMENT.
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DIALOGUE I.
SCENE. _The ground before the fort. Baggage wagons. Cannon dismounted.
Confused sounds within. A soldier is seen leaning on his rifle_.
(_Another soldier enters_.)
_2nd Sol_. It's morning! Look in the east there. What are we waiting
for?
_1st Sol_. Eh! The devil knows best, I reckon, Sir.
_2nd Sol_. Hillo, John! What's the matter there? Here's day-break upon
us! What are we waiting for?
(_Another soldier enters_.)
_3d Sol_. To build a bridge--that is all.
_2nd Sol_. A bridge?
_3d Sol_.
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