“No Spartan tube, no Attic shell,
No lyre Eolian I awake;
’Tis Liberty’s bold note I swell;
Thy harp, Columbia, let me take.”[610]
How natural for the great poet who had pictured the sublime brotherhood of man!—
“Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a’ that,
…
That man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.”[611]