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AN APPEAL.
VI.
Save by the memories that were?
Not thy gold nor the strength of thy ships,
Nor the might of thine armies at bay.
Made thee, mother, most fair:
But a word from republican lips
Said in thy name in thy day.
VII.
Is thy praise in thine ears as a scoff?
Blood of men guiltless was shed,
Children, and souls without spot,
Shed, but in places far off:
Let slaughter no more be, said
Milton; and slaughter was not.