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XLVIII.

"Five millions of the primitive, who hold The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored A _part_ of that vast _all_ they held of old,--[gu] Freedom to worship--not alone your Lord, Michael, but you, and you, Saint Peter! Cold Must be your souls, if you have not abhorred The foe to Catholic participation[523] In all the license of a Christian nation.