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But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!

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Hope for a season bade the world farewell,

And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell![513:1]

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On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,

His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.