Which now is gathering round us. Listen, youth!
Thou hast told me of a subdued and scorn’d
And trampled land, whose very soul is bow’d
And fashion’d to her chains:—but I tell thee
Of a most generous and devoted land,
A land of kindling energies; a land
Of glorious recollections!—proudly true
To the high memory of her ancient kings,
And rising, in majestic scorn, to cast
Her alien bondage off!