Thomas Campbell

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
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Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

There was silence deep as death;
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.