Thomas Campbell

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

But, said as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

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.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!

Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the read more

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod.

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!