Bids the heart burn, were of another cast
Than such as thou requirest.
Pro. Every deed
Hath sanctity, if bearing for its aim
The freedom of our country; and the sword
Alike is honour’d in the patriot’s hand,
Searching, midst warrior hosts, the heart which gave
Oppression birth, or flashing through the gloom
Of the still chamber, o’er its troubled couch,
At dead of night.