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VI.
Oh sure!—a time so sad has never been!Oh! sure—the suffering world has never seen
Its hopes so blighted! sure—relentless fate
Ne'er left a people's heart so—desolate!
Oh heaven!—But stay—the sorrow of mankind
Best shews the justice of th' eternal mind;
Which guards or withers, with impartial care,
A peasant's offspring, and an empire's heir.
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