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Then have men eyes, and yet they do not see
And fear no harms—
When sharp a clarion rings out—'Liberty!
'To arms! To arms!'

And they awake, like drunkards whom the sun
Surprises rude,
Ah! Well, if they can grasp at last the gun,
For Right withstood!