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O'er want and private griefs the soul can climb , -- Virtue subdues the one , the other Time : But at his country 's fall , the patriot feels A grief no time , no drug , no reason heals . `` Mem ` ry ! remorseless murderer , whose voice Kills as it sounds ; who never says , Rejoice ! To my deserted heart , by joy forgot ; Thou pale , thou midnight spectre , haunt me not ! Thou dost but point to where sublimely stands A glorious temple , reared by Virtue 's hands , Circled with palms and laurels , crown 'd with light , Darting Truth 's piercing sun on mortal sight : Then rushing on , leagued fiends of hellish birth Level the mighty fabric with the earth ! Slept the red bolt of Vengeance in that hour When virtuous Freedom fell the slave of Power ! Slumber 'd the God of Justice !