Each mouldered rock, each desecrated urn,
Each floweret bruised on monumental stone,
Each fragment smote from ruins moss-o’ergrown,
Strikes to the nations’ heart a painful sound,
As from the scythe of time a deeper wound!
All that obscures thy sovereign majesty
Degrades our glory in degrading thee!
Thee misery only renders doubly dear;
Each heart bounds at thy name—each eye a tear
Pours for thy fortunes! From a brilliant heaven