The wall is strong enough to hold a tide of tears...
It is the same protective bulwark that saves me from my fears...
"Why do you cry then?"
Otherwise it will make me insane!
...
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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