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Bright be thy fame, illustrious Wellington! Whose arm Britannia’s glory raised so far That all the matchless victories she had won Before thee pale beside thy Victory’s star! For when the Conqueror whirled o’er earth his car, More strong than Philip’s son to Indus rolled,-- Invoking Freedom’s power his path to mar, Thou gav’st him battle with thy Britons bold, And vanquished him who Earth had cast in tyrant-mould.