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Rh Hath saved or lost a realm, hath sign'd the bond That made the poor man rich—reft from the prince His confiscated wealth, and sent him forth A powerless exile—for the prisoner bade The sunbeam tremble through his iron bars The last, last time—or changed the cry of war To blessed peace. And yet we scorn the bird Whose cast-off feather hath done this, and more.