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EPODE.
I.
LOVED, my Country! there was one of old,
Whose chariot o'er the peace-charmed surges rode;
The morning sun was in his locks of gold,
And on his cheek rose-ruddy youth abode;
His ocean-steed thy sparkling borders trode;
The while his voice he reared, and rock and lea
On bruiting winds abroad their echoes strowed:
"Awake," he cried, "O goddess of the Free!
Reach forth thy sceptred hand, and rule from sea to sea."
LOVED, my Country! there was one of old,Whose chariot o'er the peace-charmed surges rode;
The morning sun was in his locks of gold,
And on his cheek rose-ruddy youth abode;
His ocean-steed thy sparkling borders trode;
The while his voice he reared, and rock and lea
On bruiting winds abroad their echoes strowed:
"Awake," he cried, "O goddess of the Free!
Reach forth thy sceptred hand, and rule from sea to sea."
II.
Uprose fair Liberty: her stately head
Enwreathed with snow—excelling fountain-flowers,
That lightly down her savage vesture shed
In honey-heavy drops their silver showers.
Uprose fair Liberty: her stately head
Enwreathed with snow—excelling fountain-flowers,
That lightly down her savage vesture shed
In honey-heavy drops their silver showers.
