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 * She shall smite and spare not—yea, her own,

Her fair sons so pure from all pollution,
 * With their guiltless life-blood must atone

To the goddess of the Revolution;
 * Dying with a song
 * On their lips, her young
 * Ardent children end,
 * Meeting death even as one meets a friend.


 * And her daughter, in heroic shame,

Turned to Freedom's Moloch statue, crying:
 * "Liberty, what crimes done in thy name!"

Spake, and with her Freedom's self seemed dying
 * As she bleeding lay
 * 'Neath Napoleon's sway:
 * Europe heard her knell
 * When on Waterloo the Empire fell.