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They may smile in good fortune, or weep in distress.
 I shall know not a word of their fate!
No pain can I soften, no sorrow redress!
 I may come, when, alas! 'tis too late!

I can fly without fear to encounter the foe,
 To my earliest wish I am true;
But I cannot unmov'd quit the friends that I love,
 Or bid my dear country adieu!