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XXXVI.
St. Loy.
Fear not! but laud the Eternal Name above!
Brace up your loins, and gird your souls again—
St. Loy hath heard the prayers of bleeding Love:
He comes—with vengeance on the lawless Dane!
Brace up your loins, and gird your souls again—
St. Loy hath heard the prayers of bleeding Love:
He comes—with vengeance on the lawless Dane!
In times gone by, from cheerless deserts, came
His pirate-sires, and ravaged Freedom's fane,
Blood-practised, rugged, wild—their tresses flame—
And breasts were beat, and hair was rent, in vain.
His pirate-sires, and ravaged Freedom's fane,
Blood-practised, rugged, wild—their tresses flame—
And breasts were beat, and hair was rent, in vain.
But lo, the Heroes
take from Freedom's rest
The fated steel, and scourge them to the deep!
Her daughters braid the hair and deck the breast,
Her Chiefs exult, her matrons cease to weep!—
The fated steel, and scourge them to the deep!
Her daughters braid the hair and deck the breast,
Her Chiefs exult, her matrons cease to weep!—
This Giant, remnant of the rancorous race—
Shall he be suffered yet to rend asunder
The links of Love! Go forth!—be strong in grace—
Heaven, and St. Loy, avenge your wrongs in thunder!
Shall he be suffered yet to rend asunder
The links of Love! Go forth!—be strong in grace—
Heaven, and St. Loy, avenge your wrongs in thunder!
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