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“ The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey.
“ Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast, Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! |
To other eyes shall Mexico unfold
“ What tho' thy grey hairs to the dust descend, Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end ; #
* P. Martyr, Epist. 133. 152. + See the Eumenides of Æschylus, v. 305, &c. | Ibid. v. 246.
Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame,
“ Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring,
“ Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun! And, tho' bad men shall long thy course pursue, As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew, + He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign; The spoiler spoiled of all; the slayer slain; The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest, Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest : * See Washington's farewell address to bis fellow-citizens.
+ See Paradise Lost. X.
While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise,