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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 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 Hath Virtue sworn, that never one good act Was work'd in vain.