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"And far as sweep the seas below, My sails are on the deep; And far as yonder eagles go, My flag on every keep.

"Why o'er the rebel world within Extendeth not the chart? No sail can reach--no arms can win The kingdom of a heart!"

So sigh'd the king--the linden near; A listener heard the sigh, And thus the heart he did not hear, Breathed back the soft reply:--