Chapter LX

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And when the war had passed, and Freedom raised
Her temple to her worshippers, to bless
Those who had lit her altar fires, that blazed
To light the far untrodden wilderness,
All felt the worship, all confessed the God,
All knew the tyrant, and all curs'd his rod--
And if one heart fell from his promise then,
Why, he might live like Cain, scorned of his fellow men.