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From "To the Queen," envoi to "Idylls of the King"

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

If our slowly-grown
And crown'd Republic's crowning common sense,
That saved her many times, not fail--their fears
Are morning shadows huger than the shapes
That cast them, not those gloomier which forego
The darkness of that battle in the West,
Where all of high and holy dies away.

These lines seemed currently appropriate. And I don't mean to England.