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CANTO IV.] Who has the whole world for a dungeon strong,

Seas, mountains, and the horizon's verge for bars,

Which shut him from the sole small spot of earth

Where—whatsoe'er his fate—he still were hers,

His Country's, and might die where he had birth—

Florence! when this lone Spirit shall return

To kindred Spirits, thou wilt feel my worth,

And seek to honour with an empty urn

The ashes thou shalt ne'er obtain—Alas!

"What have I done to thee, my People?" Stern

Are all thy dealings, but in this they pass

The limits of Man's common malice, for

All that a citizen could be I was—

Raised by thy will, all thine in peace or war—

And for this thou hast warred with me.—'Tis done: