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To you, in every clime, in every age, Far from the tyrant's or the conqueror's rage, Hath Freedom led her sons:—untired to keep Her fearless vigils on the barren steep. She, like the mountain eagle, still delights To gaze exulting from unconquer'd heights, And build her eyrie in defiance proud, To dare the wind, and mingle with the cloud.

Now her deep voice, the soul's awakener, swells, Wild Alpuxarras, through your inmost dells. There, the dark glens and lonely rocks among, As at the clarion's call, her children throng. She with enduring strength hath nerved each frame, And made each heart the temple of her flame, Her own resisting spirit, which shall glow Unquenchably, surviving all below.

There high-born maids, that moved upon the earth, More like bright creatures of aërial birth, Nurslings of palaces, have fled to share The fate of brothers and of sires; to bear, All undismay'd, privation and distress, And smile, the roses of the wilderness.