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Childe Harold saw them in their chieftain's tower
And fellow-countrymen have stood aloof— 47
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark
That those who loathe alike the Frank and Turk Might once again renew their ancient butcher-work.
Vain fear! the Suliotes stretch'd the welcome hand, Led them o'er rocks and past the dangerous swamp, Kinder than polish'd slaves though not so bland, And piled the hearth, and wrung their garments damp, And fill'd the bowl, and trimm'd the cheerful lamp, Ind spread their fare ; though homely, all they had : Such conduct bears Philanthropy's rare stamp:
To rest the weary and to sooth the sad, Doth lesson happier men, and shames at least the bad.