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 "For ever shall the bloody Island scowl? "For aye unbroken, shall her cruel Bow "Shoot Famine's arrows o'er thy ravag'd World? "Hark! how wide joins her groans below— "Rise, God of Nature, rise! Why sleep thy Bolts unhurl'd?