Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are read more
Out spoke the victor then,
As he hail'd them o'er the wave,
Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save;
So peace instead of death let us bring;
But yield, proud foe, let us bring;
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our King.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
