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Thou art not dead, although the spoiler’s hand
Lies heavy as death upon thee; though the wrath
Of its accursed might is in thy path
And has usurped they children of their land;
Though yet the scourges of a monstrous band
Roam on your ruined fields, your trampled lanes,
Your ravaged homes and desolated fanes;
Thou art not dead, but sleeping, – Motherland.
A mighty country, valorous and free,
Thou shalt outlive this terror and this pain;
Shall call thy scattered children back to thee,
Strong with the memory of their brother slain;
And rise from out thy charnel house to be
Thine own immortal, brilliant self again!


– Lewis Grandison Alexander

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