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228 Did nations combat to make One submit?

Or league to teach all Kings true Sovereignty?

What! shall reviving Thraldom again be

The patched-up Idol of enlightened days?

Shall we, who struck the Lion down, shall we

Pay the Wolf homage? proffering lowly gaze

And servile knees to Thrones? No! prove before ye praise!

XX.

If not, o'er one fallen Despot boast no more!

In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears

For Europe's flowers long rooted up before

The trampler of her vineyards; in vain, years

Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears,

Have all been borne, and broken by the accord

Of roused-up millions: all that most endears

Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a Sword,

Such as HarmodiusN2 drew on Athens' tyrant Lord.

XXI.

There was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium's Capital had gathered then