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In all save form alone, how changed! and who

That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye,

Who but would deem their bosoms burned anew

With thy unquenchéd beam, lost Liberty!ft And many dream withal the hour is nigh That gives them back their fathers' heritage: For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh, Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage, Or tear their name defiled from Slavery's mournful page.