Cave of Poverty, The - Part 106

For Thee, the Robber's sacrilegious Hand
Plunders the Shrine; For Thee, the Murth'rer stains
His Arm and Soul with Blood; at thy Command
Sudden Rebellion frights the peaceful Plains:
Traitors, for Thee, in horrid Council sit;
And, sconc'd in Night, on Kingdoms Downfalls meet.
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