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 Conscience only now convinces them of strange though transient error: Only now they see how fair is treason's face; See how true the falsehood, just the theft, and blameless is the terror, Which replaces just and blameless men in place.

Place and time decide the right and wrong of thought and word and action; Crime is black as hell, till virtue gain its vote; Then—but ah, to think or say so smacks of fraud or smells of faction!— Mercy holds the door while Murder hacks the throat.

Murder? Treason? Theft? Poor brothers who succumb to such temptations, Shall we lay on you or take on us the blame? Reason answers, and religion echoes round to wondering nations, "Not with Ireland, but with England rests the shame."