No! I but dreamt I heard it! Can it be?

My countrymen, my father!—is it thus

That freedom should be won? Awake!—awake

To loftier thoughts! Lift up exultingly,

On the crown’d heights and to the sweeping winds,

Your glorious banner! Let your trumpet’s blast

Make the tombs thrill with echoes! Call aloud,

Proclaim from all your hills, the land shall bear

The stranger’s yoke no longer! What is he

Who carries on his practised lip a smile,