'Twas the blood of the Saxon within them that ran; They held—to be free is the birthright of man.
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Arthur Cleveland Coxe
American bishop
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'Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play! Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!
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And so we shake The snowy flake From cedar and myrtle fair; And the boughs that nod On the hills of God, We raise to his glory there.