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This song to thee, friend, chieftain, sixth to rise

From him, the foremost of a seeric line,

Mock of the worldly, marvel of the wise,—

His martyred brother's son! May light divine,

Which 'lumined them, forever on thee shine,

Flooding with splendors new thy lineal fame;

And ancient rays with modern beams combine

To glorify a brow whose stalwart aim,

To merit heaven's high praise, nor fear a world's false blame!