Song of Liberty
Dublin Core
Title
Song of Liberty
Description
While I stand in the land of my birth,
No! my conscience I'll guard from the chains,
Then welcome brave hearts that are true!
I will stand in it upright and free;
Or my body shall cover the earth,Ere I bow to oppression my knee!
Here's a hand for a cause that is just -
Here's a heart that's liberty's throne;
But they both shall lie cold in the dust,
Ere liberty's cause I disown.
By the rights which kind nature bestowed?
Shall I ask a poor worm of what shrineI shall bend in my duty to God?
Here's a hand for the cause that is just, &c.
No! my conscience I'll guard from the chains,
Forg'd by despots and parsons for slaves:
I'll spurn the base hypocrite's gains,Nor tremble when bigotry raves.
Here's a hand for the cause that is just, &c.
Then welcome brave hearts that are true!
While in liberty's cause we unite,
Be our numbers many or few,We will die as we live in our right.
Here's a hand for the cause that is just -
Here's a heart that's liberty's throne;
But they both shall lie cold in the dust,
Ere liberty's cause I disown.
Creator
An Injured, Wronged, and Traduced Man
Source
1:34, p. 2
Date
1837.08.26
Collection
Citation
An Injured, Wronged, and Traduced Man, “Song of Liberty,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/228.
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