Should despots e’er dare to impede her free soaring,
Or bigot to fetter her flight with his chain,
We pledge that the earth shall close o’er our deploring,
Or view her in gladness and freedom again.
But no!—to the day-dawn of knowledge and glory,
A far brighter noontide-refulgence succeeds,
And our art shall embalm, through all ages, in story,
Her champion who triumphs—her martyr who bleeds,
And proudly her sons shall recall their devotion,
While millions shall listen to honor and bless,