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 A manly race Of unubmitting pirit, wie and brave; Who till thro' bleeding ages truggled hard To hold a generous undiminihed tate; Too much in vain!

AIL generous ! unconquer'd ile! The fort of freedom; that amidt the waves Stands like a rock of adamant, and dares The wildet fury of the beating torm.