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How doth the Crescent brook this mighty change?
Sharpening those idle horns she cannot fill,
She peers with keen regret on that old range
Of tombs, and marks them for seclusion still;
But Niphon and Cathay are enter'd now
On their new course, and shall the Turk's proud will
Reclose our unseal'd Hebron? and avow
Their stern monopoly of El Khalil?
Help! England, lend the shelter of thy love—
And let the firm stress of thy brooding wing
Be felt by those bold hands that would remove
Thy fond protective strength, which soon shall bring
These graves within the scope of Christian eyes,
And let poor Israel share the new-won prize.
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