156 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Farewell, my own country !, he, mournfully, cried, For tl?ee have I lived, and for thee could have died; Oh, would I had fawn with the high-soul'd, the brave, O'er whose tombs the bright laurels, they reap'd, proudly wave. Yet happier far is my lot, than of those, Who to thee, their sire's land, have proved traitors and . foes; For, next to the glory of dying, must be The pride of thus having been exiled for thee. Since, had they not known there was fire in my soul, And might in my arm, which they could not control, Had they sent me afar from thy rallies to stray ?- Let the sparrow remain, chase the eagle away ! Ye mean, mighty tyrants, who tremble and kill, Ye slaves, who can crouch to the tyrant's proud will, Ye, ne'er, to your level my soul can subdue, In my chains--in my chains, I am freer than you ! 0 my country ! the pang that I feel, as I part From thy shores, is like tearing the life from my heart ! Yet, is it not better this anguish to taste, Than the worse, to remain, and behold thee disgrace?I? ......... ?Google
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