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Rh Then have men eyes, and yet they do not see
 * And fear no harms—

When sharp a clarion rings out—'Liberty!
 * 'To arms! To arms!'

And they awake, like drunkards whom the sun
 * Surprises rude,

Ah! Well, if they can grasp at last the gun,
 * For Right withstood!