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Yes, let us hear what he will say to us. Behold me at your wish, assembled citizens: Was it the voice of children or of foes That call'd me forth?

Go to with mocking words! are we thy children?

Ye say, indeed, too truly! children do Support, and honour, and obey their sire: They put their aiding hand to every burden That presses on him: ever gather round him When dark misfortune lowers; and, strong in them, He lifts his honour'd head amidst the storm Blessing and bless'd. But I have stood in the dark pass alone, Facing its fiercest onset. In your homes, Ye've stretch'd your easy limbs and fann'd your brows, Whilst I in parching toil have spent the day, Aided by strangers. Ye too truly say "Are we thy children?"When my sky was clear,