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Rh Humanity but sorrows for her own;

The Autocrat she mourns not, but the man,

Who, loving Russia, lived beneath her ban,

Powerless to soften fate or change the plan

That called him all unwilling to a throne,

Hereditary evils to atone.

She mourns not Cæsar, but the pathos old

Of a quick conscience driven to uphold

A dynasty the world had long outgrown.