Slowly now the fiery eyes
Open beneath that iron brow
And gradually he starts to rise
No more the sleeping giant lies
No time for convalescence now
Will truthful light uncloud his sight,
Who, lulled to sleep by lesser men,
Forsook his duty and his might
Answering only the call of night
Might he soon stand free again?
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