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A Dramatic Sketch.

Why do ye mock me thus?--
Ye said I should behold my native place,
Immortal Sparta:--mother of the race
Invincible:--the scourge of tyranny,
The dread of mightiest monarchs, and the home
Of persecuted freedom.--I had thought
To see a city, in whose boundless scope
Whole nations might have wander'd;--where the eye
Might vainly stretch to compass at a view
Its mighty bulk: where, strong and bold as gods,
Her sons might lift their foreheads to the sky,
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