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Or in the eye of thousands they have stood, To meet the stroke of death; but not like thee! From bonds and scaffolds hath appeal’d _their_ blood, But thou didst fall unfetter’d, arm’d, and free, And kingly to the last! And if it be, That from the viewless world, whose marvels none Return to tell, a spirit’s eye can see The things of earth: still may’st thou hail the sun, Which o’er thy land shall dawn, when freedom’s fight is won!