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Good God! what various modes our foes employ
Of force and craft, of violence and guile,
The fabric of our freedom to destroy,
And dispossess us of our native soil!
Of force and craft, of violence and guile,
The fabric of our freedom to destroy,
And dispossess us of our native soil!
| The Fall of Lucifer | |