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BY MRS. BUTLER.
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Il may be that the stone which thou art heaving
From off thy peoples neck shall fall and crust


thee;
II may be that the sudden food shall push thee
From of the rock, whence prophet-like, believing
In Gods great future, thou dost set it free;


Yet heave il, heave it, Heaven high. nor fear


To be o'erwhelm'i in the first wild career
Of those long prison'd tides Of liberty.
That stone which thou hast lifted from the heart
Of whole nation, shall become to thee
A glorious monument, such as no art


Fer piled above mortal memory:
Falling beneath it, thou shalt have tomb
What shall make low the loftiest dome in Rome