“Land of song,” said the warrior-bard,
“Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee.”
2. The minstrel fell: but the foeman’s chain
Could not bring his proud soul under.
The harp he loved ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder,
And said, “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery;