by James Ryder Randall
I
The despot's heel is on thy shore,
II
Hark to an exiled son's appeal,
III
Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
IV
Come! 'tis the red dawn of the day,
V
Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
VI
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant's chain,
VII
I see the blush upon thy cheek,
VIII
Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
IX
I hear the distant thunder-hum,
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