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"England's righteous," they rejoin, "Who shall grudge her exultations, When her wealth of golden coin Works the welfare of the nations?"

I am listening here in Rome. Over Alps a voice is sweeping— "England's cruel! save us some Of these victims in her keeping!"

As the cry beneath the wheel Of an old triumphal Roman Cleft the people's shouts like steel, While the show was spoilt for no man,

Comes that voice. Let others shout, Other poets praise my land here— I am sadly sitting out, Praying, "God forgive her grandeur."