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NAPOLEON I.
Thou human Juggernaut, incarnate War;Minister of the Furies, Deputy
Of Nemesis, better vicariously
By thee served than by self! In thy red star
Of Fortune trusting, thou didst make and mar,
Break the World's gods of clay, the ground thereby
Clear for the Temple of Man's Liberty;
Yet ne'er that other temple's gates didst bar
For her blest sister, Peace. Thou Sword of God!
With which He smote, two-edged and terrible,
Nations debased, and those who on them trod.
So sweeps the whirlwind, making breathable
The chokèd air; so in His hand that rod
Scourged into life, broke the World-numbing spell!
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