 I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father. |
| 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. |
| To bear is to conquer our fate. |
| The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree. |
| What millions died that Caesar might be great! |
| And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. |
| Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue. |
| Tomorrow let us do or die! |
| Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save. |
| The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own. |
