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...break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? " And where are they ? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;...

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...at break of day— And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link d among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;...

...at break of day— And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;...

...at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyie, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though...