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...nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race. To feel at least a patriot's...

...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine P 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's...

...by thousands, lay below, And men and nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? • * * « Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth !...