Thy days are done
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT
Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
  Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
  The slaughters of his sword! 
The deeds he did, the fields he won,
  The freedom he restored! 

Though thou art fall'n, while we are free
  Thou shalt not taste of death! 
The generous blood that flowed from thee
  Disdained to sink beneath:
Within our veins its currents be,
  Thy spirit on our breath! 

Thy name our charging hosts along,
  Shall be the battle-word! 
Thy fall, the theme of choral song
  From virgin voices poured! 
To weep will do thy glory wrong:
  Thou shalt not be deplored.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-15
Line count: 18
Word count: 103