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 Rh The magical pillar where Garret lies sleeping,$6$ Shall thrill to the war-cry—his spirit shall come; The day spring whose radiance illumines our weeping. Will glare like a sun stroke on them to consume; In their darkness of soul they shall turn from the ray That arises, their dream of despondence to break,
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Oh swift be the bolt Erin's vengeance to wreak!