[1821]
  AGAIN to the battle, Achaians!
  Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance;
Our land,—the first garden of Liberty’s-tree,—
Has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free;
  For the cross of our faith is replanted,
  The pale dying crescent is daunted,
And we march that the footprints of Mahomet’s slaves
May be washed out in...