I do not have anything in mind at the moment
Staring blankly with my writing instrument at at hand
Hoping to see the blue sky to look up to
Not just the ceiling that limits reservation
...
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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