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108 Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung.

Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears;

The Ocean Queen, the free Britannia, bears

The last poor plunder from a bleeding land:

Yes, she, whose generous aid her name endears,

Tore down those remnants with a Harpy's hand,

Which envious Eld forbore, and tyrants left to stand.