English poem
In infancy our days were blest
by Anonymous
In infancy our days were blest, With peace and liberty; Our gardens and our fields were drest, In sweet simplicity! No hostile foe had we to dread, No enemy to fear; But now, alas! those joys are fled, And danger doth appear.
Our seas with Britain's navy swarm, Our trade and commerce droop; Our cities robb'd and left forlorn, Shall we to slavery stoop. Ah! no, ah! no, you shall be free, Liberty's goddess said; Britannia's flag shall strike to thou, And droop her haughty head.
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