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And William the Deliverer, doth thine eye 

 Regard from yon empyreal realm the land 

 For which thy blood was given ? 

 What ills hath that poor Country suffered long ! 

 Deceived, despised, and plunder'd, and oppress'd, 

 Mockery and insult aggravating wrong ! 

 Severely she her errors hath atoned, 

 And long in anguish groan'd 

 Wearing the patient semblance of despair, 

 While fervent curses rose with every prayer ! 



In mercy Heaven at length its ear inclined ; 

 The avenging armies of the North draw nigh, 

 Joy for the injured Hollander — the cry 

 Of Orange rends the sky ; 

 All hearts are now in one good cause combined,— 

 Once more that flag triumphant floats on high — 

 Glory to God ! Deliverance for Mankind ! 



XIX. 



When shall the Dove go forth ? Oh when 

 Shall Peace return among the Sons of Men ? 

 Hasten, benignant Heaven, the blessed day ! 



Justice must go before, 

 And Retribution must make plain the way ; 



Force must be crushed by Force, 

 The power of Evil by the power of Good, 

 Ere Order bless the suffering world once mor«, 

 Or Peace return again. 

 Hold then right on in your auspicious course. 

 Ye princes, and ye people, hold right on ! 



Your task not yet is done : 

 Pursue the blow — ye know your foe^ 

 Complete the happy work so well begun ! 

 Hold on, and be your aim with all your strength 

 Loudly proclaim'd and steadily pursued ! 



So shall this fatal tyranny, at length, 

 Before the arms of Freedom fall subdued. 

 Then when the waters of the flood abate. 

 The Dove her resting-place secure may find : 

 And France restored, and shaking off her chain, . 

 Shall join the Avengers in the joyful strain, 

 Glory to God 1 Deliverance for Mankind ! 



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