• O destined Land, unto thy citadel,
    What founding fates even now doth peace compel,
    That through the world thy name is sweet to tell!
    O thronëd Freedom, unto thee is brought
      Empire; nor falsehood nor blood-payment asked;
    Who never through deceit thy ends hast sought,
      Nor toiling millions for ambition tasked;
      Unlike the fools who...