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 Sow'd by your toil and by your blood manur'd Th' imperishable seed, soon to become That Tree, beneath whose vast and mighty shade The sons of men shall pitch their tents in peace, And in the unity of truth preserve The bond of love. For by the eye of God Hath Virtue sworn, that never one good act Was work'd in vain! In Paris triumph'd now Th' Invader. On a cradled infant's head Had Bedford plac'd the crown of Charlemagne, And factious nobles bow'd the subject knee In homage to their King, their Sovereign Lord, Their baby mighty one. "Belov'd of Heaven," So spake the Son of Orleans as they pass'd, "Lo these the walls of Chinon, this the abode Of Charles our monarch. Here in revelry He of his armies vanquish'd, his fair towns Subdu'd, hears careless and prolongs the dance. "And