Though I Love My Country,

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

Christians Have Burnt Each Other, Quite Persuaded. That All The Apostles Would Have Done As They Did.

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.