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To HIBERNIA, represented leaning on her HARP.
Fear not, Hibernia, Dorset ne'er will dart,Like Saul, the javelin at his charmer's heart.
There sweetness reigns, no terror on thee waits,
The lion slumbers, justice guards the gates.
Then tune the lyre; and now, in lofty tone,
Sing Dorset, Jocelyn, Egmont, and Malone;
Now softer tell, that Belvidera's name
Will shine, like Sappho's, in the books of fame.
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