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X.

Freeman he is not, but slave,

Whoso in fear for the State,
Cries for surety of blood,
Help of gibbet and grave;
Neither is any land great
Whom, in her fear-stricken mood,
These things only can save.

XI.

Lo, how fair from afar,

Taintless of tyranny, stands
Thy mighty daughter, for years,
Who trod the wine-press of war;
Shines with immaculate hands;
Slays not a foe, neither fears;
Stains not peace with a scar.