The Pillar of Fame

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Fame’s pillar here at last we set,
Out-during marble, brass or jet;
Charmed and enchanted so
As to withstand the blow
O fo v e r t h r o w ;
Norshalltheseas,
Or o u t r a g e s
Ofstorms,o’erbear
What we uprear;
Tho’kingdomsfall,
Thispillarnevershall
Declineor waste atall;
Butstandfor everbyhisown
Firmand well-fixed foundation.
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