Chapter LXXXI

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A tear for Poland! many tears for her
Who rose so nobly, and so nobly fell!
E'en at her broken shrine, a worshipper,
In dust and ashes, let me say farewell!
Farewell! brave spirits!--Earth! and can it be,
Thy sons beheld them struggling to be free--
Unaided, saw them in their blood downtrod--
Nations, ye are accurst! be merciful, Oh God!