The maiden’s dower is purity,
Her parent’s worth, her womanly pride,
To hate the sin, to scorn the lie,
Chastely to live, or, if dishonored, die.
“Breathes there a patriot, brave and strong,
Would right his erring country’s wrong,
Would heal her wounds and quell her rage?
Let him, with noble daring, first
Curb Faction’s tyranny accurst,
So may some future age