Mix’d in one common mass, are swept away,
To glut the short-lived tyrant of the day;—
By laws, religion, morals, all o’erthrown:—
Rouse, then, ye sovereign people, claim your own:
The license that enthrals, the truth that blinds,
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The wealth that starves you, and the power that grinds!
So Justice bids.—’Twas her enlighten’d doom,
Louis, thy holy head devoted to the tomb!
’Twas Justice claim’d, in that accurséd hour,