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And could that gallant race, of glorious name,
Whose infant deeds, immortaliz'd by fame,
Fix'd freedom's reign beyond the western waves,
Consent their sons and brothers shall be slaves?
But not for this—in Albion's angry hour
Ye dar'd the vengeance of unfeeling pow'r;
In many a field repell'd the stronger foe,
And rose to greatness from the depth of woe:
But not for this—the flame of freedom ran
From breast to breast, and man electriz'd man;
Your senate walls, with patriot thunders rung,
And “death or independence” fir'd each tongue.