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They enter'd in the temple, And stood before the shrine, It stream'd with the victim's blood, With incense and with wine.

The ground rock'd beneath their feet, The thunder shook the dome, But the boy stood firm, and swore Eternal hate to Rome.

There's a page in history O'er which tears of blood were wept, And that page is the record How that oath of hate was kept.