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My sister, have I lived to see thy name

Dishonored? Thou, who wast my pride, my stay;

Shall Jealousy and Fraud thy love defame

And I be dumb? Just Heaven, let a ray

From thy majestic light illume earth's clay,[A]

That through her I may scorch the slander vile,

And light throughout the land a torch to-day,

Which shall reveal how false and full of guile

Are they who seek thy name, Augusta, to defile.

[Footnote A: The Clairvoyant.]