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 Strangers came gladly to thee, Exiles, chosen of men, Safe for thy sake in thy shade, Sat down at thy feet and were free. So men spake of thee then; Soon shall their speaking be stayed? Ah, so let it not be!

Not for revenge or affright, Pride, or a tyrannous lust, Cast from thee the crown of thy praise. Mercy was thine in thy might; Strong when thou wert, thou wert just: Now, in the wrong-doing days, Cleave thou, thou at least, to the right.