English poem
Hail, sacred Polity, by Freedom reared
by James Beattie (1735–1803)
'Hail, sacred Polity, by Freedom reared! 'Hail, sacred Freedom, when by Law restrained! 'Without you what were man? A grovelling herd, 'In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchained. 'Sublimed by you, the Greek and Roman reigned 'In arts unrivalled: O, to latest days, 'In Albion may your influence, unprofaned, 'To godlike worth the generous bosom raise, 'And prompt the Sage's lore, and fire the Poet's lays.
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