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When are the lessons giv'n That shake the startled earth?–When wakes the foe While the friend sleeps?—When falls the traitor's blow? When are proud sceptres riv'n— High hopes o'erthrown?—It is, When lands rejoice, When cities blaze, and lift th' exulting voice, And wave their banners to the kindling heav'n,

Fear ye the festal hour! When mirth o’erflows, then tremble!—'Twas a night Of gorgeous revel, wreaths, and dance, and light, When through the regal bow'r The trumpet peal'd, ere yet the song was done; And there were shrieks in golden Babylon, And trampling armies, ruthless in their pow'r.

The marble shrines were crown'd; Young voices, through the blue Athenian sky, And Dorian reeds made summer-melody,