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has no dungeon in her island tomb

So deep that she may hide injustice there;

The cry of innocence, despite her care,—

Despite her roll of drums, her cannon's boom,—

Is heard wherever human hearts have room

For sympathy: a sob upon the air,

Echoed and reëchoed everywhere,

It swells and swells, a prophecy of doom.

Thou latest victim of an ancient hate!

In agony so awfully alone,

The world forgets thee not, nor can forget:

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