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Who owns, when Traitors feel th’ avenging rod,
Just retribution, and the hand of God;
Who hears the groans through Olmütz’ roofs that ring,
Of him who mock’d, misled, betray’d his King—
Hears unappall’d, though Faction’s zealots preach,
Unmov’d, unsoften’d by Fitzpatrick’s Speech.[[313]]
That Speech on which the melting Commons hung,
“While truths divine came mended from his tongue”;
How loving husband clings to duteous wife,—