JACOBITE RELICS.
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"Speak only to me of the days when ere long,
Proud Spain and his guards in transplendent array,
Shall environ our cause—when our chiefs shall be strong,
And no tribute or fealty to tyranny pay.
When France and his hosts shall horse the broad main.
And the Despot shall crumble—while nations in choir
Awake the glad heavens with liberty's strain,
And light up the churches of Sheela na Guire."
