No Sybil of old Rome was she
To give the Books of Destiny;
She knew no Book; but could enthrall
With magic skill the minds of all,
And some may live who once have known
The Sybil of my own old Home.
Here patriot hearts and patriot hands
Were joined to break Oppression’s bands;
Our pleasant homes sent forth their best
To fight, at Freedom’s high behest;