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Thrice sounds the clarion; lo! the signal falls, 
The den expands, and expectation mute 
Gapes round the silent circle’s peopled walls. 
Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute, 
And, wildly staring, spurns, with sounding foot, 
The sand, nor blindly rushes on his foe: 
Here, there, he points his threatening front, to suit 
His first attack, wide waving to and fro 
His angry tail; red rolls his eye’s dilated glow. 
Byron. 
The lusty strength of youth 
Is better far than proud decrepitude. 
With mind and might and fortitude endued, 
We stand erect and fight for present truth. 
We’re in the young delight of new existence; 
The ardent blood leaps lively in our veins; 
The dim traditions glimmering in the distance 
We scorn, for objects worthier manly pains. 
MacKellar. 
He that of such a height hath built his mind, 
And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, 
As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame 
Of his resolved powers; nor do all the wind 
Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong 
His settled peace, or to disturb the same: 
What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may 
The boundless wastes and weilds of man survey! 
Daniel. 
