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42 "Who strikes succeeds, for when manhood bleeds
 * Each drop is a Cadmus' tooth.

Sclavonia! first from the sheathing
 * Thy knife to the cord that binds;

Thy one-tongued host shall renew the boast:
 * "The Scythians are the Winds!"

Greece! to the grasp of heroes,
 * Flashed with thine ancient pride,

Thy swords advance: in the passing chance
 * The great of heart are tried.

Poland! thy lance-heads brighten:
 * The Tartar has swept thy name

From the schoolman's chart, but the patriot's heart
 * Preserves its lines in flame.

Ireland! mother of dolors,
 * The trial on thee descends:

Who quaileth in fear when the test is near,
 * His bondage never ends.