We are FreeThe winds, as at their hour of birth,Leaning upon the ridged sea,Breathed low around the rolling earthWith mellow preludes, “We are Free”;The streams through many a lilied row,Down-carolling to the crispèd sea,Low-tinkled with a bell-like flowAtween the blossoms, “We are free”.
The winds, as at their hour of birth,Leaning upon the ridged sea,Breathed low around the rolling earthWith mellow preludes, “We are Free”;The streams through many a lilied row,Down-carolling to the crispèd sea,Low-tinkled with a bell-like flowAtween the blossoms, “We are free”.