A third time I asked, and he laughed. I rushed out of the

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Which calls that army offspring of its breast,

A third time I asked, and he laughed. I rushed out of the

And sees it mid the starry camps enshrined;

A third time I asked, and he laughed. I rushed out of the

To weld the nation in a name of dread,

A third time I asked, and he laughed. I rushed out of the

And scatter carrion flies off wounds unhealed,

The Necessitated came, as comes from out

Electric ebon lightning's javelin-head,

Threatening agitation in the revealed

Founts of our being; terrible with doubt,

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