Chapter LXXIX

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Kingdoms are falling! thrones--that have withstood
The earthquake and the tempest in their shock,
And brav'd the host of battle's fiery flood,
Making of human rights the merest mock,[10]
Of blood, of agony, of human tears,
The daily sacrifice of countless years--
Are falling: may they fall on every shore,
As fell the fiend from Heav'n, no more to rise--no more.