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 “Mercy from God ’tis meet to seek,
 * “But not in slavery

“From Tatars wild. Nay! brethren, nay!
 * “Do not to ruin haste!

“Already now the fiercest heat
 * “Of noontide is o’erpast!

“God strengthen’d us at noon, and if
 * “We trust, will aid us at last.

“Out, out upon such words as those!
 * “And blush for very shame,

“Ye men, that fain would heroes be,
 * “And bear the hero’s name!

“Die we upon the hill with thirst,
 * “’Tis God our fate doth guide;

“Surrend’ring to the foemen’s swords,
 * “Our death is suicide.

“Our God doth slavery abhor;
 * “’Tis sin to slavery

“A voluntary neck to yield;
 * “Who thinks thus, after me!

“To where God’s Mother sits enthron’d!
 * “Ye men that valiant be!”

And after him the multitudes
 * To the holy chapel haste;