VII.
They bore him to prison—the object was gain'd—
The minions departed—the ruffian remain'd.
Oh! imagine, imagine * * * * * * *
There's madness within me * * * * * * *
HYMN OF FREEDOM.
I.
God of peace! before thee,
Peaceful, here we kneel,
Humbly to implore thee
For a nation's weal;
Calm her sons' dissensions,
Bid their discord cease,
End their mad contentions—
Hear us, God of Peace!
II.
God of Love! low bending
To thy throne we turn—
Let thy rays descending
Through our island burn;
Let no strife divide us,
But, from Heaven above,
Look on us and guide us—
Hear us, God of Love!
III.
God of Battles! aid us;
Let no despot's might
Trample or degrade us,
Seeking this our right!
Arm us for the danger;
Keep all craven fear
To our breasts a stranger—
God of Battles! hear.
