“All men are brothers, equal, free.
For happiness, life, liberty!”
This gem was won through toils and throes,
Through tribulations, pains and woes,
By our great sires, and handed down,
The noblest gift,—most precious boon!
Shall we, through fear or impotence,
Renounce this bright inheritance?
Or can we from our hearts unfix
The memories of “Seventy six”?