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SIMON.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Swift are the blessed Immortals to the mortal

That perseveres! So doth it stand recorded

In the divine Chaldaean Oracles

Of Zoroaster, once Ezekiel's slave,

Who in his native East betook himself

To lonely meditation, and the writing

On the dried skins of oxen the Twelve Books

Of the Avesta and the Oracles!

Therefore I persevere; and I have brought thee

From the great city of Tyre, where men deride

The things they comprehend not, to this plain

Of Esdraelon, in the Hebrew tongue

Called Armageddon, and this town of Endor,

Where men believe; where all the air is full

Of marvellous traditions, and the Enchantress

That summoned up the ghost of Samuel

Is still remembered. Thou hast seen the land;

Is it not fair to look on?