Ere his rekindling line

With yet more piteous and intolerant pang

Pierced all men's hearts anew

That heard her passion through

Till fierce from throes of fiery pity sprang

Wrath, armed for chase of monstrous beasts,

Strong to lay waste the kingdom of the seed of priests.

45.

He knew the high-souled humbleness, the mirth

And majesty of meanest men born free,

That made with Luther's or with Hofer's birth

The whole world worthier of the sun to see:

The wealth of spirit among the snows, the dearth

Wherein souls festered by the servile sea

That saw the lowest of even crowned heads on earth

Thronged round with worship in Parthenope.

His hand bade Justice guide

Her child Tyrannicide,

Light winged by fire that brings the dawn to be;

And pierced with Tyrrel's dart

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