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Thou wilt not spare! And he beneath whose eye their childhood grew, And in whose paths they sported, and whose ear From their first lisping accents caught the sound Of that word—Father—once a name of love— Is——Men shall call him stedfast.

Hath the blast Of sudden trumpets ne'er at dead of night, When the land's watchers fear'd no hostile step, Startled the slumberers from their dreamy world, In cities, whose heroic lords have been Stedfast as thine?

There 's meaning in thine eye, More than thy words.

Look to yon towers and walls! Think you no hearts within their limits pine, Weary of hopeless warfare, and prepared To burst the feeble links which bind them still Unto endurance?