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II.

Bright be thy fame, illustrious Wellington! Whose ordinance pure, proscribing Rapine’s lust, Outshone in peace and war Napoléon;-- Like Aristides fitly called “The Just;” Or liker his associate in the trust Of Athens, great Themistocles, excelling In martial prowess all that turns to dust, Nor less in Wisdom. Gaul is grateful telling Thy glories, Scipio-pure, amidst her Lares dwelling.