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EPODE.
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LOVED, my Country! there was one of old, Whose chariot o'er the peace-charmed surges rode;The morning sun was in his locks of gold, And on his cheek rose-ruddy youth abode; His ocean-steed thy sparkling borders trode;The while his voice he reared, and rock and lea On bruiting winds abroad their echoes strowed:"Awake," he cried, "O goddess of the Free!Reach forth thy sceptred hand, and rule from sea to sea."
LOVED, my Country! there was one of old, Whose chariot o'er the peace-charmed surges rode;The morning sun was in his locks of gold, And on his cheek rose-ruddy youth abode; His ocean-steed thy sparkling borders trode;The while his voice he reared, and rock and lea On bruiting winds abroad their echoes strowed:"Awake," he cried, "O goddess of the Free!Reach forth thy sceptred hand, and rule from sea to sea."II.Uprose fair Liberty: her stately head Enwreathed with snow—excelling fountain-flowers,That lightly down her savage vesture shed In honey-heavy drops their silver showers.
