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<h2> FALLEN IDOLS </h2>
<p>Stedfastness, shall we find it, then, at all?<br/>
Is it that as the winds blow north and south,<br/>
So must be praises from the loud world’s mouth,<br/>
Which on its heroes in their glory fall?<br/>
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Because the voice grows stiller, or the arm<br/>
No longer can beat evils back; because<br/>
The shoulders sink beneath new-rising cause,<br/>
And the fine thought has lost its moving charm;<br/>
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Because of these shall puny sages shake<br/>
Their heads, and haste to mock the failing one,<br/>
Who in his strength could make the nations quake;<br/>
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Prophet like Daniel, King like Solomon!<br/>
In this full time we have seen mockers run<br/>
About the throne of such as Tennyson.<br/></p>
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