This, this alone, my spirits can sustain,
That thou supreme o'er all the world dost reign.
When I or mine, howe'er decreed to fall,
Shall turn to dust, be our eternal all.
Meanwhile, inspire with fortitude divine;
In prisons and in death, thy face make shine.
Thy smiles, O God! each trial can unsting,
And out of gall itself can sweetness bring.
O Liberty! O Virtue! O my Country!
Tell me, ye wise, now sunk in deep despair,