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Sow'd by your toil and by your blood manur'd 75
Th' imperishable seed, soon to become
That Tree, beneath whose vast and mighty shade
The sons of men shall pitch their tents in peace,
And in the unity of truth preserve
The bond of love. For by the eye of God 80
Hath Virtue sworn, that never one good act
Was work'd in vain!
In Paris triumph'd now
Th' Invader. On a cradled infant's head
Had Bedford plac'd the crown of Charlemagne,
And factious nobles bow'd the subject knee 85
In homage to their King, their Sovereign Lord,
Their baby mighty one.
"Belov'd of Heaven,"
So spake the Son of Orleans as they pass'd,
"Lo these the walls of Chinon, this the abode
Of Charles our monarch. Here in revelry 90
He of his armies vanquish'd, his fair towns
Subdu'd, hears careless and prolongs the dance.

"And