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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 his fellow-citizens.
+ See Paradise Lost. X.
While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise,