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ine leagu'd themselves with War; Yet, proudly and triumphantly, on high, That eagle-guarded banner waved to victory. LXVIII. How fiercely flew that eagle o'er the plain! Then, Albion, sunk thy lion's lordly crest; Behold! again he shakes his brist'ling mane-- There is a serpent in that eagle's nest, Seeking to sting her, in the feint to help, And give her free brood to the lion's whelp-- She strikes the reptile, headless down to earth-- And thus may Treason die, let who will give it birth! LXIX. Last of the Signers! a good night to thee! Alas! that such brave spirits must depart: Peace to thy ashes--to thy memory A monument in every living heart. It gives the spirit strength, endurance, pride, A lofty purpose, unto thine allied, To muse upon thy glory--'tis to stand, As 'twere, upon thy hearth, and hold thee by the hand. LXX. And hear thee tell of thy illustrious peers Who stood beside thee, for our country, there, Fearless, amidst a host of pressing fears, And calm, where even Courage might despair. Ye staked, with this high energy indued, "Life, Fortune, Honor," for the public good, And made your "Declaration" to the world, And, to the tyrant's teeth, defiance sternly hurl'd. LXXI. Alas! the omen--in this awful hour, While Discord and Disunion rend the land! Did'st thou take with thee Freedom's priceless dower? Did'st thou resume the gift of thine own hand, And bear the affrighted Goddess to the skies? Are there no mourners o'er thy obsequies? None, who, with high resolves, approach thy grave? Or--flits a spirit there, that frights the modern brave? LXXII. Say, has our Capital no tarpeian height[8] From which to hurl the traitor? Standing now, Where once he stood, in patriotic might, With the fresh laurel wreath upon his brow, And Freedom burning on his lip of flame; Does Pity plead forgiveness for his shame? Then bear him thence, like Manlius, and be just-- Or go to Vernon's shade, and desecrate its dust. LXXIII. Soon must I mingle in the wordy war, Where Knavery takes in vice her sly degrees, As slip, away, not guilty, from the bar, Co
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