Dear songs of my country! How sweetly thy measures Come stealthily stealing o'er mountain and wave, To sweeten the riches of liberty's treasures And thrill with their numbers the hearts of the brave!...
O, gloomy world that rolls in weary space, And moans wild music to the broken spheres, Whose rivers wander into seas of tears, Despair has bound thee in a close embrace;...
If we don't or if we do. What's the odds to me and you? Fame is e'er a heartless jade, And her slaves are poorly paid; Weary hearts and soul's distress Are the prices of success;...
His greatness hath not left him; till the years Have won the nation from her children dead, And robbed her of remembrance where she rears Her monuments above the blood they shed,...
Our dearest joys forever flow From fountains of the Long Ago, That from the heights of pleasures past Flood all the present valleys vast, And with eternal glees provide The future's endless ocean tide....