On Gallia's land I saw thy faded form,
Dim through the midnight mist - the rock thy bed -
The livid lightning flashed, and the wild storm
Fell blasting, keen, and loud, around thy head,
And Peace sat by, and poured forth many a tear.
To other realms I marked thy mournful flight,
While slowly bursting from the clouds of night,
Gleamed the pale moon upon thy blunted spear.
Though exiled still from Europe's purple plain,
Oh! fly not, Freedom! from our happier shore;
The tyrant's frown, or anarchy's wild train,
Too long do Gallia's harassed sons deplore:
But never from old Ocean's favorite isle,
Freedom! withdraw thy renovating smile.
Dim through the midnight mist - the rock thy bed -
The livid lightning flashed, and the wild storm
Fell blasting, keen, and loud, around thy head,
And Peace sat by, and poured forth many a tear.
To other realms I marked thy mournful flight,
While slowly bursting from the clouds of night,
Gleamed the pale moon upon thy blunted spear.
Though exiled still from Europe's purple plain,
Oh! fly not, Freedom! from our happier shore;
The tyrant's frown, or anarchy's wild train,
Too long do Gallia's harassed sons deplore:
But never from old Ocean's favorite isle,
Freedom! withdraw thy renovating smile.