Chapter 164 No.164

The crowd's wild fury sunk again

In tears, as tempests melt in rain.

With lifted hands and eyes, they prayed

For blessings on his generous head,

800 Who for his country felt alone,

And prized her blood beyond his own.

Old men, upon the verge of life,

Blessed him who stayed the civil strife;

And mothers held their babes on hi