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...Champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,— Oh! Heav'n! he cried, my bleeding country save!— Is there no hand on high...name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live!—with her to die! He said, and on the rampart-heights array'd His trusty warriors, few, but...

...champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,.... Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high...though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow- men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for...

...champion, from her height survey'd, Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid, — Oh ! Heav'n ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? 369 Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise fellow men ! our country yet remains...

...champion, from her height survey'd. Wide o'er the fields, a waste of ruin laid,— Oh! Heav'n! he cried, my bleeding country save!— Is there no hand on high...though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high! And swear for...

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