As men that in severe devotedness
Have chosen their part, and bound themselves to death,
Through high conviction that their suffering land
By the free blood of martyrdom alone
Shall call deliverance down.
Elm. Oh! I have stood
Beside thee through the beating storms of life
With the true heart of unrepining love—
As the poor peasant’s mate doth cheerily,
In the parch’d vineyard, or the harvest field,