But the heart and the mind,

And the voice of mankind,

Shall arise in communion—

And who shall resist that proud union?

The time is past when swords subdued—

Man may die—the soul's renewed:

Even in this low world of care

Freedom ne'er shall want an heir;

Millions breathe but to inherit

Her for ever bounding spirit—

When once more her hosts assemble,

Tyrants shall believe and tremble—

Smile they at this idle threat?

Crimson tears will follow yet.[327]

[First published, Morning Chronicle, March 15, 1816.]