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The Traitor's Epitah

May this dreary abode be for ever unknown,
 For ever, by virtue, by Pity, untrod;
Unbreathed be his name, and unhonor'd his stone;
 The foe of his country, his monarch, his God.

Notes

Written about the time of Colonel Despard's Execution

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