That flamed upon it as one fiery star;

Freedom, whose light makes pale the mounting sun,

And Song, whose fires are quenched when Freedom's are.

Of all that love not liberty let none

Love her that fills our lips with fire from far

To mix with winds and seas in unison

And sound athwart life's tideless harbour-bar

Out where our songs fly free

Across time's bounded sea,

A boundless flight beyond the dim sun's car,

Till all the spheres of night

Chime concord round their flight

Too loud for blasts of warring change to mar,

From stars that sang for Homer's birth

To these that gave our Landor welcome back from earth

9.

Shine, as above his cradle, on his grave,

Stars of our worship, lights of our desire!

For never man that heard the world's wind rave

To you was truer in trust of heart and lyre:

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