Through all earth’s changes like a principle,
Chastened with reverence, and made more pure
By early discipline of light and shade,—
It must be holier!
The wind bore on
The leaden tramp of thousands. Clarion notes
Rang sharply on the ear at intervals;
And the low, mingled din of mighty hosts
Returning from the battle, poured from far,
Like the deep murmur of a restless sea.