Which made way for yon proud shrine;
By the harvests which this earth
Hath borne for me and mine;
“By the house e’en here o’erthrown,
On my brethren’s native spot;
Hence! with his dark renown,
Cumber our birthplace not!
“Will my sire’s unransom’d field,
O’er which your censers wave,
To the buried spoiler yield