From Riverside

From Riverside
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Below the river’s liquid steel
Is damascened by sun and wind:
Above, the ospreya swoop and wheel;
Peyond, the impending Palisades
Flush with their vivid summer shades,
Sheer and superb and sharp defined

The dome of him who throttled war
Anich uprises sequestrate;
Peace, that benign conquisitor,
Broods where the queenly elty lies,
Her sager, morning-looking eyes
Upon the future and on fate
-Clinton Scollard