Freedom hath a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
Freedom hath a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
A patriot's blood,Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed,And for a time ensure to his loved land,The sweets of liberty and equal lawsBut martyrs struggle for a brighter prize,And win it with more pain. Their blood is shedIn confirmation of the noblest claim --Our claim to feed upon immortal truth,To walk with God, to be divinely free,To soar, and to anticipate the skies.Yet few remember them.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories