Thomas Campbell

Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

Distance lends enchantment to the view.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriots blood is the seed of Freedoms tree.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Triumphant arch, that fill'st the sky when storms prepare to part!

Tomorrow let us do or die!

The patriots blood is the seed of freedoms tree

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

The patriot's blood is the seed of freedom's tree.