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Antistrophe III.
When virtue bleeds beneath the laws,
Or ardent nations rise in arms,
Thy mercies judge the doubtful cause,
Thy courage ev'ry breast alarms.
Kindling with heroic fire
Once again I sweep the lyre.
Or ardent nations rise in arms,
Thy mercies judge the doubtful cause,
Thy courage ev'ry breast alarms.
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Once again I sweep the lyre.
Fair as summer's evening skies,
Ends thy life serene, and glorious;
Happy hero, great and wise,
Oe'r thy foes, and self victorious.
Ends thy life serene, and glorious;
Happy hero, great and wise,
Oe'r thy foes, and self victorious.
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