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Lo! we see a flame divine
Blaze o'er Mona's awful shrine;
Lo! we hear a voice proclaim,
"Albion, thine, immortal fame!"
    Arise, ye brave,
    To bleed, to save,

Tho' proud in pomp, yon Roman eagles wave!

Cæsar, come! in ten-fold mail,
Will thine arms like ours avail?
Cæsar! let thy falchions blaze,
Will they dim fair Freedom's rays?
Cæsar! boast thy wide control,
Canst thou chain th' aspiring soul?
    What steel can bind,
    The soaring mind,

Free as the light, the wave, the wind?