To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
Never wedding ever wooing Still a lovelorn heart pursuing Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing Wed or cease to woo.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
What millions died - that Caesar might be great!
How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.
Truth ever lovely - since the world began The foe of tyrants and the friend of man.
Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore And coming events cast their shadows before.