Thomas Campbell ( 6 of 46 )
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to read more
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
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Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
