The avenue is misty gray,
And here beside the guarded gate
We hold our golden blowing flags
And wait.
The people pass in friendly wise;
They smile their greetings where we stand
And turn aside to recognize
The just demand.
Often the gates are swung aside:
The man whose power could free us now
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