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SONNET.

A PROPHECY.

Feb. 1807.

High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!Thus in your Books the record shall be found,"A Watchword was pronounced, a potent sound,Arminius! all the people quaked like dewStirr'd by the breeze—they rose, a Nation, true,True to itself—the mighty Germany,She of the Danube and the Northern sea,She rose,—and off at once the yoke she threw.All power was given her in the dreadful trance—Those new-born Kings she wither'd like a flame."—Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shameTo that Bavarian, who did first advanceHis banner in accursed league with France,First open Traitor to her sacred name!
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