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Show 11 THE LIF O Who in base times a life of glory led And for their country who have toil'd and bled Hither they come, again they breéathe, they live And virtue's meed through ev'ry age receive fspr A nafio Hither the murd'rer comes, with ghastly mein opp And the fiend conscience hunts him o'er the scene A dark co None are exempted; all must re-appear Heroes, f And even kings attend for judgement-here A tablatu Here find the day, when they their pow's ‘abuse If on'h Is a scene furnish'd to the tragic muse Yoq'!l Such is her art, weaken'd, perhaps at length And, while she aims at beauty, losing strength Oh when resuming all her native rage Shall her true energy alarm the stage This night a bard (our hopes may rise too high "Tis yours to judge; 'tis yours the cause to ry) This night a bard, as yet unknown to fame Once more we hope will rouze the genuine flame |