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 Clasping with its links of gold, Man to man in one strong hold? To! if the golden links ye sever, Ye shall make your heart's flesh quiver; And wheresoe'er the links are reft, There, shall be a blood-stain left. To earth's remotest rock repair, Ye shall find a vulture there: Though for others sorrowing not, Your own tears shall still be hot: Though ye play a lonely part; Though ye bear an iron heart;— Woe, like Echetus, still must Grind your iron into dust.

But children of our Britain, ye Rend not man's chain of sympathy; To those who sit in woe and night, Denying tears and hiding light.