Nor rashness that kindled the brand.
He threw back the fetters, he headed the strife,
Till man’s charter was firmly restored;
Then he pray’d for the moment when liberty and life
Would no longer be pressed by the sword.
Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriotic name
In the pages of the future shall dwell,
And be seen in all annals, the foremost in fame,
By the side of a Hoffer and Tell.
Then cherish his memory, the brave and the good,