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80 By those, Thy Mercy only wou'd have sav'd! Yet was the Cyder-Land unstain'd with Guilt; The Cyder-Land, obsequious still to Thrones, Abhorr'd such base, disloyal Deeds, and all Her Pruning-hooks extended into Swords, Undaunted, to assert the trampled Rights Of Monarchy; but, ah! successless She However faithful! then was no Regard Of Right, or Wrong. And this, once Happy, Land By home-bred Fury rent, long groan'd beneath Tyrannic Sway, 'till fair-revolving Years Our exil'd Kings, and Liberty restor'd. Now we exult, by mighty ANNA's Care Secure at home, while She to foreign Realms Sends forth her dreadful Legions, and restrains The Rage of Kings: Here, nobly She supports Justice oppress'd; here, Her victorious Arms Quell the Ambitious: From Her Hand alone Rh