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Their lot forbade; nor circumscribed alone

Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,

And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind;

The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame,

Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride

With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

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