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IX.
How long thine ever-growing mind
Hath still'd the blast and strown the wave,
Tho' some of late would raise a wind
To sing thee to thy grave,

X.
Men loud against all forms of power—
Unfurnish'd brows, tempestuous tongues,
Expecting all things in an hour—
Brass mouths and iron lungs!