There will I dream,
My senses sighing on a grassy slope,
The Sunday afternoons dogs sleep.
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Epinician Ode To A Vice Presidential Candidate
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Hail to thee, glorious scion of the Hellenic land,
you who rule in glory over the mother of cities,
violet-crowned Baltimore,
gleaming pride of your fatherland,
soon to ride in triumph on your great pachyderm
to the fabled palace of shining white.
The glades and groves of Hellas now sing your praises
as soon our own land, with joyous tumult,
will raise the paeon of victory
to the lofty stars:
DUM SPIRO, SPERO