One land the Grecian madman boasts,
Another claims the conquering Swede;
One, echoing back the name of Tell,
Holds up her hands from fetters freed!
V.
Yet brightest on the lists of fame,
Bright with the glory Virtue gives,
Enshrined within a nation's heart,
Our Pater Patriæ ever lives!
VI.
No tear-stained laurels bind his brow,
No bleeding land has cursed his birth;
A world's proud meed hath given him place
Above the honored names of earth.
Horace.