I
Heard’st thou yon universal cry,
And dost thou linger still on Gallia’s shore?
Go, Tyranny! beneath some barbarous sky
Thy terrors lost and ruin’d power deplore!
What tho’ through many a groaning age
Was felt thy keen suspicious rage,
Yet Freedom rous’d by fierce Disdain
Has wildly broke thy triple chain,
And like the storm which Earth’s deep entrails hide,
At length has burst its way and spread the ruins wide.
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IV
In sighs their sickly breath was spent; each gleam
Of Hope had ceas’d the long long day to cheer;
Or if delusive, in some flitting dream,
It gave them to their friends and children dear–
Awaked by lordly Insult’s sound
To all the doubled horrors round,
Oft shrunk they from Oppression’s band
While Anguish rais’d the desperate hand
For silent death; or lost the mind’s controll,
Thro’ every burning vein would tides of Frenzy roll.
V
But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to bleed!
Such scenes no more demand the tear humane;
I see, I see! glad Liberty succeed
With every patriot virtue in her train!
And mark yon peasant’s raptur’d eyes;
Secure he views his harvests rise;
No fetter vile the mind shall know,
And Eloquence shall fearless glow.
Yes! Liberty the soul of Life shall reign,
Shall throb in every pulse, shall flow thro’ every vein!
VI
Shall France alone a Despot spurn?
Shall she alone, O Freedom, boast thy care?
Lo, round thy standard Belgia’s heroes burn,
Tho’ Power’s blood-stain’d streamers fire the air,
And wider yet thy influence spread,
Nor e’er recline thy weary head,
Till every land from pole to pole
Shall boast one independent soul!
And still, as erst, let favour’d Britain be
First ever of the first and freest of the free!
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