And Science, and her sister Poesy,
Shall clothe in light the fields and cities of the Free.
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“Their feast was such as Earth, the general Mother,
Pours from her fairest bosom, when she smiles
In the embrace of Autumn—to each other
As when some parent fondly reconciles
Her warring children, she their wrath beguiles
With her own sustenance; they, relenting, weep—
Such was this Festival, which, from their isles,