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CXIV.

Then turn we to her latest Tribune's name, From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee, Redeemer of dark centuries of shame-- The friend of Petrarch--hope of Italy-- Rienzi! last of Romans![493] While the tree Of Freedom's withered trunk puts forth a leaf, Even for thy tomb a garland let it be-- The Forum's champion, and the people's chief-- Her new-born Numa thou--with reign, alas! too brief.