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itare: tho? the sculptor simply grave thy name, 
It gives thy titles and records thy fame ; 
Thy great endowments had we aim’d to trace, 
€ The swelling catalogue had wanted space, 
Tho’ vast the range of thine expansive soul, 
Thy God and country occupied the whole ; 
In that dread hour when ev’ry heart is tried, 
The Christian triumph’d while the morta] died ; 
In the last gasp of thine expiring breath, 
The pray’r yet quiver’d on the lip of death : 
Hear this, ye Britons, and to God be true, 
For know that dying pray’r was breath’d for you. 
SONNETS DEDICATED TO LIBERTY. 
From Wordsworth’s Poems, Vol I. 
ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLC. 
NCE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee ; 
And was the safeguard of the West : the worth 
Of Venicé did not fall below her birth, 
Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. 
She was a Maiden City, bright and free ; 
No guile seduced, no force could violate ; 
And when She took unto herself a Mate 
She must espouse the everlasting Sea. 
And what if she had seen those glories fade, 
Those titles vanish, and that strength decay, 
_ Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid 
When her long life hath reach’d its final day : 
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade 
Of that whichonce was great is pass’d away. 
THE KING OF SWEDEN. 
Te Voice of Song from distant lands shall call 
To that great King; shall hail the crowned Youth 
Who, taking counsel of unbending Truth, 
By one example hath set forth to all 
How they with dignity may stand; or fall, 
If fall they must. Now, whither doth it tend ? ? 
And what to him and his shall be the end ? 
That thought is one which neither can appal 
Nor cheer him; for the illustrious Swede hath done 
The thing which ought to be: He stands above . 
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