(beauty, where faultless symmetry and grace
only charm us in the sed pce),
witness my heart, how oft with panting fear,
as on this night, i've met these judges here!
but still the hope experieaught to live,
equal to judge—you're did tive.
no hundred—headed riot here we meet,
with ded w beh his feet;
nor insolence assumes fair freedom's name:
like caledonians, you appud or bme.
o thou, dread power! whose empire-giving hand
has oft been stretch'd to shield the honour'd nd!
strong may she glow with all her a fire;
may every son be wo
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