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THE MATURE LAUREL 1 Only through solitary wars Are future readers won; You will neither dwell in halls In the Temple of your choice, 2 Nor will own a private portal: Someone will unlock the grille, And what in life were wings History may bring to heel ! ... 3 Today's screaming boasts Which you take for trumpet blasts Are votes being cast, And silence - the ballot count. |