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For thee, lost land! the hero’s blood hath flow’d, The high in soul have brightly lived and died; For thee the light of soaring genius glow’d O’er the fair arts it form’d and glorified. Thine were the minds whose energies sublime So distanced ages in their lightning-race, The task they left the sons of later time Was but to follow their illumined trace. --Now, bow’d to earth, thy children, to be free, Must break each link that binds their filial hearts to thee.