Fled Rome’s imperial eagle! thy fair land
Sleeps e’er ’mid bloom and sunshine; evermore
Thy Freedom’s holy cause shall firmly stand.
Our noble sires! their true hearts’ incense rose
Here upon God’s free altars; let us keep
Their memories holy! Room at our shrines for those
Who seek, like them, a rest from bondage deep.
And Miriam! was that prophecy a dream?
Thy soul—thy faith is with the Nazarene.