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For aye the deed one moment brings to birth —
Such moments are the ransom of our Earth.)
Brave Belgium, Bar-lass of our western world, Wlio, when the treacherous Prussian tyrant hurled
His hordes against our peace, thrust a slight hand, So firm, to bolt our portals and withstand,
Whatever prove the glory of our affray, Thine arm, thy heart, thine act have won the day I
— A. Mary F. Robinson. (Madame Duclaux.)
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