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 Rh The sun shall burst forth, and the clouds shall melt in his
 * sight,

And Heber's proud race shall awake in their native
 * might;

And the emperor shall weep, and Flanders writhe in the
 * chain,

And the "Brickler"$4$ exult in king James's chambers
 * again.

Erin's soul shall be glad in the hall, at the festive board— And in science and song her sweet language o'er earth
 * be poured;

And the tongue of the churl shall in darkness and shame
 * go down.

And James shall return, the full joy of our hearts to
 * crown.

And the fables of Luther, that darken the holy word. And the false ones that knelt not where God's own priests
 * adored;

That hour's retribution shall scatter from Erin's shore, And Louis shall see what hearts our own prince adore. Rh