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POEMS.
Monarchs! ye whose armies stand Harnessed for the battle-field!Pause, and from the lifted hand Drop the bolts of war ye wield.    Stand aloof    While the proofOf the people's might is given;Leave their kings to them and heaven.
Stand aloof, and see the oppressed Chase the oppressor, pale with fear,As the fresh winds of the west Blow the misty valleys clear.    Stand and see    ItalyCast the gyves she wears no moreTo the gulfs that steep her shore.
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