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256 Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,

All unbought champions in no princely cause

Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land

Doomed to bewail the blasphemy of laws

Making Kings' rights divine, by some Draconic clause.

LXV.

By a lone wall a lonelier column rears

A gray and grief-worn aspect of old days;

'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,

And looks as with the wild-bewildered gaze

Of one to stone converted by amaze,

Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands

Making a marvel that it not decays,

When the coeval pride of human hands,

Levelled Aventicum,N14 hath strewed her subject lands.

LXVI.

And there—oh! sweet and sacred be the name!—

Julia—the daughter—the devoted—gave

Her youth to Heaven; her heart, beneath a claim

Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave.

Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave

The life she lived in—but the Judge was just—