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n sighs their sickly breath was spent; each gleamOf Hope had ceas'd the long long day to cheer;Or if delusive, in some flitting dream,It gave them to their friends and children dear--Awaked by lordly Insult's sound 15To all the doubled horrors round,Oft shrunk they from Oppression's bandWhile Anguish rais'd the desperate handFor silent death; or lost the mind's controll,Thro' every burning vein would tides of Frenzy roll. 20 V But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to bleed!Such scenes no more demand the tear humane;I see, I see! glad Liberty succeedWith every patriot virtue in her train!And mark yon peasant's raptur'd eyes; 25Secure he views his harvests rise;No fetter vile the mind shall know,And Eloquence shall fearless glow.Yes! Liberty the soul of Life shall reign,Shall throb in every pulse, shall flow thro' every vein! 30
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