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XXXVII.
Tyrants! ye are an unimproving race;And 'tis the nature of the conquering base
To trample on the helpless till he die:
So, ye have advertised for Kossuth's head!
For Kossuth lives! nor yet is Freedom dead.
Oh, yet her blood will blaze from sky to sky!
Yet, yet o'er Man's Rebellion will be pour'd,
In seas of fire, the universal horde
Whose name is Slave! Then, wilt thou, Destiny,
Write in her blood, o'er blood-quench'd Hungary,
“Here thou hast won the gate of boundless sway;
Steam hence for London, Triple-Million'd Sword!”
Or, on the quenchless heav'ns, “Behold the way
To Petersburgh and Moscow, Liberty!”
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