English poem
WHO'd know the sweets of liberty
by Anonymous
WHO'd know the sweets of liberty? 'Tis to clime the mountain's brow, Thence to discern much industry At the harrow of the plow: 'Tis where my sons their crops have sown, Calling the harvest all their own.
'Tis where the heart to trurth ally'd, Never felt unmanly fear, 'Tis where the eye, with milder pride, Nobly sheds sweet pity's tear. Such as Britannia yet shall see; These are the sweets of liberty,
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