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54 But when from envy and from death to claim A hero bleeding for his native land; Or when to nourih freedom's vetal flame, I hear my Genius utter his command, Nor Theban voice, nor Lebian lyre From thee, O Mue, do I require, While my prophetic mind, Concious of pow'rs he never knew, Atonih'd graps at things beyond her view, Nor by another's fate hath felt her own confin'd.