Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

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 Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.