Tomorrow let us do or die!
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
the soul of conversation is sympathy
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.