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CANTO III.] Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear

And doomed him to the zealot's ready Hell,

Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.

CVIII.

Yet, peace be with their ashes,—for by them,

If merited, the penalty is paid;

It is not ours to judge,—far less condemn;

The hour must come when such things shall be made

Known unto all,—or hope and dread allayed

By slumber, on one pillow, in the dust,

Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decayed;

And when it shall revive, as is our trust,

'Twill be to be forgiven—or suffer what is just.