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Where Memory broods o’er Freedom’s earlier scene,

The Lantern bright, and brighter Guillotine;

Three gentle swains evolve their longing arms,

And woo the young Republic’s virgin charms;

And though proud Barras with the fair succeed,

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Though not in vain th’ Attorney Rewbell plead,

Oft doth th’ impartial nymph their love forego,

To clasp thy crooked shoulders, blest Lepaux!