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France, envying long his island tomb,
Amid the lonely deep,
Has gained at last the treasured dust!
Sleep, mighty mortal, sleep!
Aye, dreamless as the unknown dead,
Beneath the humblest sod;
Sleep, till the angel's trump shall sound,
The summons of thy God!
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