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The grateful Country of thy Sires,
Thee to sublimer Paths demand;
Sublimer than thy Sires could trace,
Or thy own f Edward teach his Race,
Tho' Gaul's proud Genius sunk beneath his Hand.
V. I.
They led the rustic Youth to Arms;
And Kings their stern Atchievements fear'd;
While private Strife their Banners rear'd.
But loftier Scenes to Thee are shown,
Where Empire's wide-establish'd Throne
No private Master fills:
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