XCIII.

Oh! well doth freedom battle! Men have made, E’en midst their blazing roofs, a noble stand, And on the floors, where once their children play’d, And by the hearths, round which their household band At evening met; ay, struggling hand to hand, Within the very chambers of their sleep, _There_ have they taught the spoilers of the land In chainless hearts what fiery strength lies deep, To guard free homes! But ye!--kneel, tremblers! kneel, and weep!