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Grant me sonorous accents, fire-abounding, now serves ne peasant’s pipe, ne rustick reed; but blast of trumpet, long and loud resounding, that ’flameth heart and hue to fiery deed: Grant me high strains to suit their Gestes astounding, your Sons, who aided Mars in martial need; that o’er the world be sung the glorious song, if theme so lofty may to verse belong.