Chapter XC: Book III: , ll. 73-82

_Martyr'd patriots--spirits pure
Wept by the good ye fell! Yet still survives_
Sow'd by your toil and by your blood manur'd 75
Th' imperishable seed, soon to become
The Tree, beneath whose vast and mighty shade
The sons of men shall pitch their tents in peace,
And in the unity of truth preserve
The bond of love. For by the eye of God 80
Hath Virtue sworn, that never one good act
Was work'd in vain.