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De Bruce, thy sacrilegious blow
Again that light has fired his eye,
gone, 'Tis vigorous manhood's lofty tone :“Thrice vanquish'd on the battle-plain, Thy followers slaughter'd, fled, or ta’en, A hunted wanderer on the wild, On foreign shores a man exiled, Disown'd, deserted, and distress'd, I bless thee, and thou shalt be bless'd ; Bless'd in the hall and in the field,
Under the mantle as the shield.
Avenger of thy country's shame,
His priests received the exhausted Monk, As breathless in their arms he sunk.
Punctual his orders to obey,
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